Whispers of My Heart Romans 15:5-6 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

I have only just met him, and already my heart trembles with the weight of love it wants to pour into him—a love so deep, so whole, so consuming, that I feel it could fill every corner of his heart and soul like nothing he has ever known. It lives in me quietly but powerfully, like a tide I am learning not to fight, only to honor.

Every glance, every breath, every space he occupies pulls me closer, as if something ancient within me recognizes something familiar in him. There is no urgency in it, only knowing—a steady pull that does not demand, but invites. And yet I am learning the sacredness of restraint.

God whispers in the quiet moments, reminding me that even when it feels right to rush, to overwhelm, to spill everything I feel at once,there is a grace in patience, a holiness in letting love unfold in its appointed time. Because what is meant to last is never hurried into existence.

So I keep my words tender, my touches measured, my heart open but not frantic.

I let love breathe.

I let space become safe.

And still, I secretly tell him under my breath each time he is near:“I love you.”

I whisper it in moments no one else hears, in the spaces between conversation, in the quiet alignment of our gazes where everything else seems to fall away. It is my prayer, my offering,my devotion carried silently between heartbeats.

Every day, I feel blessed beyond measure for this chapter in my life, for the miracle of him entering my world without force, without chaos, without fear. For the way he stirs my soul and calls it upward—toward hope, toward faith, toward a softer courage.

I pray, quietly, fervently, that he never leaves, that God preserves this presence in my life, that the bond between us grows under His guidance, rooted in grace, patience, and intention. Not built on impulse, but on something steady enough to endure.

I want to give him everything I have—not just love, but admiration, encouragement, the deepest parts of myself that are often hidden, the soft edges I usually guard from the world. I want him to know my tenderness without fear, to feel my devotion without pressure. I want to show him that love can be gentle, that it can be nurturing, empowering, and sustaining—that it can hold without demanding and remain without consuming.

And I trust that as I wait in God’s timing, as I honor the pace He sets, the love I give will reach him in its fullest, truest form.

Not rushed.

Not diluted.

Not shaped by fear of loss.

But whole.

A love that blesses him, lifts him, and fills him with something holy, something eternal. A love that does not ask him to change who he is, only invites him to rest in being seen.

Even in the patience, even in the restraint, my heart moves toward him with every beat. There is no resistance, only reverence. I feel the sacred magic of presence—the way our moments align as if orchestrated, the way my soul recognizes him even in the quietest glance.

There is something divine in this, something larger than longing or desire, something shaped and guided by the One who sees everything—who knows every word I have not yet spoken, every breath I have not yet given, every love I am holding carefully in my chest.

Sometimes I imagine the day when love no longer needs to be whispered, when it can be spoken freely, when patience has done its perfect work. And until then, I am content to love this way—faithfully, quietly, completely—trusting that what is guarded by God will never be lost.

So I continue, tender, faithful, and reverent, praying, watching, waiting, pouring my love into him silently—in prayer, in whispers, in devotion. And even as I hold it in, even as I surrender to God’s perfect timing, I feel the fullness of gratitude: the miracle of being allowed to love like this, the honour of being entrusted with such a connection, and the hope that together, under His guidance, we will grow into a love that is not only felt, but rooted, lasting, sanctified, and divine.

May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had, so that with one mind and one voice you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Romans 15:5-6

Lord,

Thank you for bringing him into my life, for this blessing, this chapter, this miracle of presence. Thank you for the love you have placed in my heart, and for the guidance to hold it with patience, to pour it out gently, and to honour your timing.

I pray for him, Lord—for his heart, his peace, his joy, and his spirit. Protect him, guide him, and let your light shine through him. Help me to love him as you intend, to give freely, to wait faithfully, and to trust in your perfect plan.

Bless this connection, Lord, that it may grow under your grace, that it may fill our hearts and souls with joy, and that it may reflect your love in every touch, every word, and every prayer.

Keep him near, Lord, and let your hand guide this love into all that you have prepared for us.

Amen.

Whispers of My Heart Romans 15:5-6 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.

Whispers of My Heart Romans 15:5-6 - Personal Blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.