Where You Find Me Psalm 139:2–3 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Some words pass through us like weather, and then some words take up residence, quiet, unannounced, settling into the places we didn’t know were still tender.

You shouldn’t miss someone who knows where to find you.

Not because missing is wrong, but because love that cannot locate you is not love that learned you.

I have learned this slowly, through the ache of waiting rooms in my heart, through unanswered prayers disguised as hope, through the discipline of noticing who comes close without being asked.

Because to know where to find someone is not about geography.

It is not about addresses or proximity or convenience.

It is about attentiveness.

It is about presence.

It is about choosing to stay curious about a soul even when silence grows long.

To know where to find me is to know when my voice softens instead of sharpens. It is to recognise the pause before my words fall apart. It is to remember the places I retreat to when I am trying to be strong.

Love that knows where to find you does not require performance. It does not make you disappear to be worthy of return. It does not ask you to dim your ache or package your honesty into something easier to hold.

It comes looking.

Even when you are quiet.

Even when you are tired.

Even when you are unsure of your own worth.

I have missed people who never came looking. I have longed for echoes instead of footsteps. And in doing so, I learned the cost of calling absence love.

God has been patient with this lesson. He has watched me grieve what felt real while gently teaching me what was faithful. Because God never loses track of me.

Not once.

Not in my confusion.

Not in my fear.

Not in the seasons where I forgot how to ask for help.

He finds me in the places I hide from myself. He meets me in the quiet where truth finally speaks. And He reminds me that love, real love, does not guess.

It knows.

So now I am learning to rest my heart in what returns without being chased.

In what remains without being reminded.

In what shows up without needing to be summoned.

I am learning that missing someone is not proof of depth, but being found is.

And I am no longer asking my heart to wait for love that cannot locate me when God Himself never fails to.

You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.

You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.

Psalm 139:2–3

Lord,

Teach my heart the difference between longing and truth.

Free me from attachment to what cannot meet me where I stand.

Help me trust that the love You design for me will not require hiding, shrinking, or waiting in uncertainty.

Remind me that You are a God who seeks, who finds, and who stays.

Align my desires with Your wisdom, and anchor my heart in love that is present, faithful, and real.

Amen.

Where You Find Me Psalm 139:2–3 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Where You Find Me Psalm 139:2–3 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.