Tomorrow’s Sky Nahum 1:7 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

I spent so many years believing love was something I had to earn, a prize placed just out of reach, a trophy handed only to the disciplined, the tireless, the endlessly proving.

I measured myself by effort, by endurance, by how much I could withstand without asking for too much in return. I thought if I became enough, kind enough, strong enough, patient enough, quiet enough, then maybe I would be chosen over the rest.

But the years taught me something gentler.

They taught me that striving can starve the soul. That love shaped like a reward will always feel conditional, always feel one mistake away from disappearing. And somewhere between the becoming and the breaking, my heart grew tired of auditioning.

What I want now is simpler, and somehow braver. I want something warm. Not loud, not impressive, not earned through sacrifice. I want something that shelters rather than evaluates. Something that does not ask who I will be tomorrow before deciding whether it will stay.

I want a love I can turn toward without fear, on days I am radiant, and days I am undone. A presence that does not flinch at my humanity, that does not retreat when I change, that does not require me to remain frozen in one version of myself to remain worthy of being held.

I no longer want to be admired from a distance.

I want to be known up close. I want love that sits beside me in the quiet, that does not rush my healing or demand a performance. Love that understands that becoming is not a straight line,

and that growth often looks like stillness before it looks like flight.

I want something faithful in its posture.

Something that stays not because I am impressive, but because I am real. Something that does not disappear when life rearranges me, but leans in closer, as if to say, You don’t have to hold yourself together here.

I am learning that the safest love does not sparkle like a prize; it rests like a horizon.

Steady. Unthreatened. Certain.

It does not promise outcomes or control the future, but it promises presence. And presence, I have learned, is the rarest and holiest gift of all.

This is the love I am choosing now, not the love that waits for me to arrive, but the love that meets me where I am. The love that remains like tomorrow’s sky: unearned, unchanged, waiting for me, whether I rise or fall, whether I shine or grieve, whether I know who I am yet or not.

And maybe that is what God has been teaching me all along, that rest is not a reward for the worthy, but a home for the willing. That love was never meant to be conquered, only received.

The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him.

Nahum 1:7

Lord,

I lay down the need to prove myself.

I release the belief that love must be earned through exhaustion or pain.

Teach my heart to recognise what is safe, what is steady, what reflects your own nature of faithfulness and grace.

Help me choose presence over performance, peace over striving, and truth over fear.

Anchor me in love that does not depend on who I become, but walks with me as I am becoming.

Amen.

Tomorrow’s Sky Nahum 1:7 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Tomorrow’s Sky Nahum 1:7 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.