Still, I Choose You Song of Songs 8:6 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

I thought maybe the quiet would teach my heart how to let go.

That if I sat long enough inside the silence, the ache would dull, the wanting would loosen its grip, and time would somehow convince me to become less honest about what I feel.

But silence has never been strong enough to undo love like this.

Time does not rewrite truth. Distance does not unthread souls. And absence—no matter how prolonged—cannot convince the heart to forget what it has already recognised as home.

You are not something I can set down. You have already settled into me—in the way I breathe differently now, in the way my prayers pause longer than they used to, in the way my heart still leans toward you without being asked.

I know the ending is not mine to control. I know love does not always arrive with certainty, or stay wrapped in promises that feel safe. But even so, this love has not been careless.

It has been deliberate.

It has been reverent.

It has been chosen.

No matter how this unfolds, it will never erase the truth of what has been felt. It will never reduce the way my heart opened willingly, without fear, without bargaining, without trying to protect itself from the depth of its own devotion.

I want this—not just for me, but for us.

For the becoming.

For the growth.

For the version of love that asks us to be braver than comfort and softer than pride.

And if loving you means trusting God more than outcomes, then I will do that too. Because love like this was never meant to be small or convenient. It was meant to be honest, to be surrendered, to be held with open hands.

Even if the road bends away from what I hoped, my heart will still speak your name with tenderness. Still, thank God for the way you changed me. Still honour the truth that you were never a passing chapter—you were a part of me.

And that, no ending could ever undo.

Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm;

For love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave.

It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.

Song of Songs 8:6

Lord,

I bring this love to you—not to be taken away, but to be held safely in your hands.

You see every feeling I cannot silence, every hope I have tried to surrender, and every tear I have prayed would mean something.

If this love is meant to grow, tend to it with your wisdom. If it is meant to transform me, give me courage to let it shape me gently. And if it is to teach me how to trust you more deeply, help me not to harden my heart in the waiting.

Teach me how to love without fear, to release outcomes without losing tenderness, and to trust that nothing placed in your care is ever wasted.

Guard my heart from bitterness, steady me when the silence feels heavy, and remind me that you are present even when answers are not.

Above all, God, align my heart with yours.

Let love refine me, not break me.

Let hope remain holy, not desperate.

And let Your peace settle where uncertainty tries to live.

I place this love—and myself—before you now.

Not demanding clarity, only asking for your nearness and your perfect will.

Amen.

Still, I Choose You Song of Songs 8:6 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Still, I Choose You Song of Songs 8:6 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.