Between our Words Proverbs 16:32 - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

And he asked, “What are you thinking?” more than once, and every time, I could feel a pull closer to him, like the tide drawn to the moon, like a moth circling the flame it cannot resist, like the quiet gravity that pulls two souls together before they even realise they are moving.

Every time I thought of everything he made me feel, every heartbeat, every brush of his hand, every glance that lingered longer than words, I wanted to tell him, to pour out the emotions that stirred like a storm inside me, yet I held them back, because he waits for the right moment—the one he will create, the one I will recognize when he asks again.

I saw a longing in his eyes for the answers I knew he wanted me to save for a time he requested. And in that gaze, I felt seen, understood, yet tenderly challenged. He is patient in a way that unravels me, patient enough to let me uncover myself, patient enough to let my words bloom in their own time, not rushed, not forced, but fully mine.

It is a new connection, fragile yet electric, a rhythm between us that no one else can touch. When he asks me what I am thinking, it is not just curiosity—it is reverence for the inner world he has not yet stepped into, it is respect for the truths that belong to me alone, and it is faith that when I am ready, the words I have kept hidden will find their way into the space between us and fill it with honesty, with depth, with trust.

And so I pause, and I breathe, and I let myself feel the pull, the gravity of him, the way he holds the promise of patience and presence, how he sees me, truly sees me, and waits for me to see myself in the same light.

Every time he asks, I feel the possibilities: the quiet moments where our shadows sit together, the unspoken warmth of sitting side by side, the comfort found in silence, the tender weight of simply being near one another, and the love that is gentle, but unshakable, waiting not for perfection, but for authenticity.

And in the waiting, I am learning to trust my own heart, to honour the words that have yet to be spoken, and to feel the tenderness that grows when someone refuses to take more than you are ready to give, and instead, stands steadfast, patient, loving, and unwavering in their presence.

There is a beauty in this slow unfolding, a sacredness in the space between the question and the answer, and a quiet power in knowing that when the words finally arrive, they will carry the weight of truth, the resonance of longing, and the blessing of a love that chooses to wait, to nurture, to grow, and to become.

Better a patient person than a warrior, one with self-control than one who takes a city.

Proverbs 16:32

Lord,

I lift this connection to you, the one that stirs my heart and awakens my soul.

Grant me patience to honour

 the timing you have woven, the courage to face the truths that dwell within me, and the wisdom to allow love to unfold naturally, without fear, without rush, without compromise.

Bless the man you have placed in my life, and guide his heart as he walks this journey with me.

May we see each other fully, love each other honestly, and grow together in faith, trust, and understanding.

May our words, spoken and unspoken, reflect the depth of our hearts and the light of your love.

Amen.

Between our Words Proverbs 16:32 - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Between our Words Proverbs 16:32 - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.