Not Imagined, But Prepared - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

There was a time when I wondered if the person I was praying for was only an idea—a hope my heart created to survive the waiting, a shape I imagined to make sense of the longing.

But God has been gently correcting me.

He has been whispering, again and again, that what I am praying for is not fiction, not fantasy, not something born from loneliness—but a real person, with a real life, a real history, and a real heart being shaped by His hands just as surely as mine is.

The waiting has never been empty. It has been purposeful.

While I prayed for unity, God was teaching me wholeness. While I asked Him to prepare someone for me, He was preparing me for love that does not cling, rush, or fear loss.

I see it now—how He has been working in the unseen. Healing places in me that once would have fractured connection. Strengthening discernment where I once confused intensity for intimacy. Teaching me how to love without losing myself, how to choose peace over pattern, how to trust Him more than my own timing.

And somewhere—farther than I can see, closer than I realise—He has been doing the same in them.

Not moulding them into perfection, but into readiness. Teaching them depth, resilience, and humility. Walking them through their own seasons of unlearning, of surrender, of becoming.

I believe this now with quiet certainty: God does not prepare one heart in isolation. He prepares hearts in harmony, even when they have not yet met.

The prayers I have whispered in the dark—for safety, for strength, for truth, for alignment—were never falling into silence. They were landing in the hands of a God who understands timing far better than I ever could.

He has been protecting us from meeting too soon. Protecting us from loving from wounds instead of wisdom. Protecting what will one day be sacred by allowing this season of preparation to finish its work.

The person I am praying for is not an answer I invented—they are a promise God has been stewarding. And I am learning that unity is not found by halves searching for completion. It is formed when two people, made whole by God, come together not to fill emptiness but to share fullness.

That is the love I am waiting for.

That is the love God is preparing.

When we come together—and I believe we will—it will not feel rushed or forced. It will feel recognised. Familiar in a way that only God can orchestrate. Safe in a way that does not need proving. Strong in a way that does not require performance.

It will be two stories interwoven at the right chapter, two journeys aligned after necessary detours, two hearts able to stand side by side because they first learned how to stand with God alone.

Until then, I will keep praying—not from impatience, but from trust. Not from lack, but from faith.

Because the one I have been praying for is real. They are becoming. And so am I.

And when God says the time is right, when preparation has met purpose, when healing has made room for unity—we will not be meeting for the first time.

We will be recognising what God has been quietly building all along.

Two lives.

Two paths.

One love.

Held together not by longing, but by God’s perfect, faithful design.

Not Imagined, But Prepared - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Not Imagined, But Prepared - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.