His Glow 1 Corinthians 16:14 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

I don’t know if he remembers the first time we spoke, how he pulled a chair close, just outside the doorway, as if he already understood that some conversations should never be rushed or interrupted.

He asked me about my past, not with curiosity that consumes, but with care that listens.

”How did you get here?” I asked myself.

Not just to this place, but to this version of yourself, the one standing in front of him, steady and honest, carrying both history and hope in the same breath.

He seemed brave, and it showed through his willingness to ask questions without a pause between the first one and the next. It wasn’t a loud-brave, but the quiet courage of someone willing to be present. Confident, yet unarmored.

I could hear the nervousness in his voice as he introduced himself, that subtle tremor that reveals sincerity rather than fear.

And still, there was such a light in him.

The kind that doesn’t try to impress, the kind that simply exists, as if goodness had learned how to take human form and sit beside me long enough to be noticed.

I remember walking past him afterwards, smiling, a smile that came before I could think to stop it.

I remember feeling almost intoxicated by the energy he carried, not overwhelming or consuming,

but grounding.

The sort of presence that steadies your breathing, that makes your heart recognise something familiar

before your mind has time to question it.

It wasn’t the attraction that struck me first; it was recognition. That quiet internal knowing when your soul softens instead of braces. When something in you whispers, This is safe. This is kind. This is real.

I remember it like it was yesterday, because some moments are not measured by time but by impact.

They leave fingerprints on the heart.

They rearrange something subtle inside you, not loudly, not dramatically, but permanently.

How could I ever forget the moment my heart felt something so profound, yet so beautiful and pure?

There was no promise made, no future imagined, no expectation placed upon the moment. And maybe that is what made it sacred. It existed simply to be felt, not possessed.

God has a way of weaving meaning into the smallest encounters.

A chair pulled close.

A question asked with intention.

A nervous voice carrying honesty instead of ego.

And suddenly, without warning, your heart remembers what it feels like to be gently seen.

Some connections do not arrive to claim us, they arrive to remind us.

Of softness.

Of goodness.

Of the fact that love, in its truest form, does not demand anything at all.

It simply awakens what was already alive within us, waiting for the right light to touch it.

And maybe he doesn’t remember.

But I do. And that’s all that really matters in the end.

Let all that you do be done in love.

1 Corinthians 16:14

Lord,

Thank you for the moments that awaken our hearts quietly.

For the people who cross our paths not to take from us, but to remind us of gentleness, sincerity, and truth.

Help me to honour these moments without clinging to them, to trust that what is meant to remain will stay, and what is meant to bless me briefly has already fulfilled its purpose.

Teach my heart to recognise love without fear, connection without control, and beauty without expectation.

Amen.

His Glow 1 Corinthians 16:14 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

His Glow 1 Corinthians 16:14 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.