Trust and Love
The evening sun spilled gold across Rebecca’s window, painting her small study in a soft warmth that seemed to whisper patience. She had prayed for love before, quietly, faithfully, yet time had often replied only with silence. Still, she believed that silence wasn’t God’s refusal; it was His invitation to trust.
When she first saw Matthew’s message on justsinglechristian.com, her heart lifted, not in a rush of romance, but in a flutter of hope. His words were simple:
“Hi Rebecca. I don’t believe in coincidences, only divine timing. Maybe this message is a small part of that?”
She smiled. Divine timing, how often she’d whispered that phrase in prayer.
The story of Rebecca and Matthew was not one of grand gestures, but of quiet surrender. Their first video call was like stepping into a gentle breeze after a long stillness. Matthew had kind eyes,not perfect eyes, but the kind that seemed to see life through grace.
- So, - she laughed softly, - how did you end up here, on a Christian dating site?
- Honestly? - he said, with a hint of a grin. - I stopped trying to write my own story. I decided to let God take the pen.
The words lingered. Let God take the pen. That night, Rebecca closed her laptop with a smile and whispered a prayer of thanks, not for finding love, but for finding peace in the waiting.
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Their messages soon became a quiet rhythm, like the tide brushing the shore. They shared Scripture verses, stories of childhood faith, small victories of trust. When Matthew spoke of his faith, it wasn’t rehearsed or proud. It was like the soft glow of a candle — humble, steady, real.
And Rebecca, with her laughter like sunlight, reminded him that love isn’t discovered by searching harder, but by softening deeper.
Sometimes their conversations wandered through questions that had no easy answers.
- Do you ever wonder, - she asked one night, - why God makes us wait?
- Maybe, - he replied, - so that we learn to love Him first, so when love comes, it doesn’t replace Him, it reflects Him.
In that moment, Rebecca felt something sacred unfold, not the dizzy joy of falling, but the calm certainty of arriving.
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The story of their meeting wasn’t extraordinary. It was a message, a call, a shared prayer before bed. But in that simplicity, God painted something beautiful, a picture of trust that bloomed quietly, like wildflowers after rain.
Their love grew like dawn, not sudden, but sure. Trust was the light that softened every shadow, and faith was the melody between every word.
Rebecca often thought of how easily she might have missed this, had she rushed, had she doubted, had she decided that hope was no longer worth the wait. But trust, she realized, was love’s first promise.
- You know. - she said once, as they walked together on a quiet Sunday morning, - I used to pray for someone who would complete me.
- And now? - he asked.
- Now I just thank God for someone who walks beside me, while we both let Him do the completing.
Matthew smiled.
- That sounds like love with a capital ‘L’.
They laughed, but the truth of it hung between them like sunlight through stained glass, colored, imperfect, but wholly beautiful.
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And so, their story became less about finding each other, and more about finding Him in each other. Love, they learned, was not a feeling to chase, but a garden to tend, watered by patience, rooted in faith, and grown under the warmth of trust.
In the end, they both understood: trusting God wasn’t just the first step to a happy relationship.
It was the relationship, with Him, and through Him, with each other.
Love was never about coincidence. It was always about timing, divine, gentle, perfect.