I spent years searching for love, security, and identity in relationships, believing that if I just found the right person, everything in my life would finally feel whole. I was married and divorced twice, and each time I carried hope into the relationship—hope that this one would be different, that this one would fill the spaces in my heart that felt empty. But no matter how hard I tried or how much I gave, I found myself facing the same quiet disappointment: no person could carry the weight of what I was truly longing for.

At 47 years old, something shifted in me. What I had been chasing outwardly, I finally began to seek inwardly—and spiritually. That’s when I encountered a love that didn’t fail, didn’t change, and didn’t depend on my performance or someone else’s ability to stay. I found the love of my life in Jesus Christ.

For the first time, I understood what it meant to be fully known and still fully loved. I no longer feel the need to chase validation from people or measure my worth by their acceptance.