Across the Silence 1 Timothy 2:1-2 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Every day I saw him, and every day my heart spoke in whispers before my lips could find words. Not whispers of desire, not whispers of claim, but prayers—soft, steady, sacred prayers rising like incense before the throne of God. For his peace, for the quiet of his heart, for his healing in places unseen, untouched, and unknown to anyone but the Creator.

Sometimes I prayed that he would see me—not in worldly eyes, but in ways only God could arrange, a nudge of recognition, a gentle glance, a fleeting moment that belonged to us alone.

I never forced it.

I never demanded it.

I only offered it in surrender, trusting that God would carry my prayer to the perfect place, at the perfect time.

And in praying for him, my own heart began to change. It opened in ways I thought impossible. It dared to imagine a love renewed, a connection built not on fear or the shadows of the past, but on faith, on intention, and on divine orchestration. I began to see that love could be patient, faithful, and tender, that connection could bloom even in silence, and that hearts can meet in sacred rhythm, unseen yet known.

Then the days shifted.

Life moved forward, our paths diverged, and I no longer saw him. Yet the prayers did not cease—they only deepened. Even in his absence, I called his name in moments of longing, softly, almost in breath, almost in reverence. I spoke it in the quiet of morning, in the hush of night, in the sacred spaces where only God and I existed. And in the stillness, connection remained.

Dreams became the bridge. In the darkness of sleep, he appeared—not as he was, but as I had come to see him in the sanctuary of my heart: whole, kind, brave, tender, and guided by a light I prayed would never leave him. In dreams, our souls met, speaking in the language of longing and hope, in ways words could never contain. And I spoke of him to God each night, not in vanity or desire alone, but in admiration for the man I saw him as—a man worthy of prayer, worthy of love, worthy of all that is holy.

Prayer became more than words; it became a rhythm, a heartbeat, a bridge across time and space. Even in his absence, I felt the contours of his spirit, the weight of his presence, the quiet reassurance that God was moving in ways I could not yet see.

Through prayer, the heart grows brave.

Through prayer, connection is nurtured.

Through prayer, love is preserved, sanctified, and aligned with eternity.

And slowly, the possibility of love returned—not reckless, not desperate, but sacred, deliberate, and wholly alive. A once-in-a-lifetime connection, rooted in God’s grace, tendered in patience, protected in faith. It is a love that cannot be measured by the shadows of the past, for it carries the signature of the Divine, a light that illuminates every corner of the heart.

So even now, when silence stretches long and absence presses close, I continue to pray.

I continue to call his name in the hidden chambers of my heart, trusting God to guide, to protect, to align, and to bring the sacred dance of connection to full bloom.

For what is prayed for in sincerity and love cannot remain dormant. It grows quietly, persistently, and beautifully, and in its growth, hearts are healed, souls are lifted, and love—real, true, holy love—unfolds as God intended.

I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people—for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.

1 Timothy 2:1-2

Lord,

Thank you for the gift of prayer and the way it softens the heart, even when longing and absence feel heavy. Thank you for the souls you place before us, for the men and women you guide into our lives, and for the sacred moments that belong only to you.

I lift him to you, Lord.

For his peace, his healing, and the quiet of his heart. Guide him with your light, protect him in ways I cannot, and fill his spirit with courage, joy, and faith.

Even in absence, Lord, let our connection be preserved in you. Let the prayers of my heart reach him, let the dreams that carry his image be touched by your grace, and let every longing be guided by your perfect timing.

May our hearts remain tender, our love patient, and our souls aligned with your will.

Lord, let it grow into a reflection of your eternal love.

Amen.

Across the Silence 1 Timothy 2:1-2 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Across the Silence 1 Timothy 2:1-2 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.