The Kingdom Glow

To the brokenhearted and crushed in spirit; to the hope deferred, poor, ashamed, and afflicted; to you who had faith in a preceding season and dwindled away or those desperate to seek His face again. This blog is for you. As a breathing, walking, and talking testimony of His undeniable supernatural grace and love, I am here to announce true freedom and peace. Here lies testimonies, knowledge, and wisdom of the beautiful, true and inerrant word of God.


I Wanted to Be Loved—So God Sat With Me First

I didn’t want much—just to be loved.

Not perfectly. Not even loudly. Just consistently. Just honestly.

But life didn’t give me that. Instead, I found myself in a cycle of almost-love. Moments that felt full but ended empty. Friendships that faded. A relationship I thought was a promise… now feels more like a wound.

And somewhere in all of that, I started to believe I was asking for too much.

But God…

He didn’t rush in with answers.
He didn’t snap His fingers and fix everything.
He did something more powerful.

He sat with me.

In the car when I was crying and no one knew where I was.
In the middle of the night when loneliness wrapped tighter than any blanket.
In the spaces where I didn’t know what I believed anymore.

He was there.
And that kind of love—quiet, patient, not demanding anything—began to rebuild me.

“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
—Psalm 34:18

I always thought love had to look a certain way.
But God’s love doesn’t perform. It doesn’t leave. It doesn’t pull back when you break down.

For the One Who’s Reading This:
If you’re waiting to be loved right now—by a person, a friend, a spouse, someone—I want you to hear me:

You are not unworthy.
You are not too late.
You are not forgotten.

And you don’t have to prove anything to be loved by God. You don’t have to be happy all the time, or healed already, or over the heartbreak.

He will sit with you, too.
Even when no one else does. Especially then.

Let Him be your first love again. Or maybe, your first real one.



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