Love, I Love Love

I love love.
Not the rushed version.
Not the performative version.
Not the kind that requires you to abandon yourself just to keep it alive.

I love love the way God designed it.

I believe love is one of God’s most intentional creations—meant to be caring, sharing, forgiving, honest, faithful, sacred, and life-giving. The kind of love that reflects His heart. The kind that doesn’t need manipulation, secrecy, or excuses to step outside what was meant to be sacred in order to survive. The kind that is joined together by God, not driven by flesh, convenience, or fear of being alone.

We are in the month of February—a month that carries both reflection and celebration. Black History Month is non-negotiable, a time to honor legacy, resilience, and truth. Valentine’s Day, however, is different. Some celebrate it, some don’t—and that’s perfectly okay. Love isn’t confined to a date on the calendar anyway. I’m a hopeless romantic in that sense. I believe love should be honored daily.

But I also believe something important needs to be said.

Just because God allows something does not always mean it is His perfect will.

There is a difference between permissive love and purposeful love.
Between what we choose and what God designs.
Between attachment and covenant.

Real love doesn’t ask you to betray your values.
It doesn’t require you to live in confusion, silence, or emotional bondage.
It doesn’t rush you into decisions your spirit hasn’t caught up with yet.

Sometimes, real love takes time.

In a culture that often celebrates hurry—hurry to commit, hurry to define, hurry to prove—there is quiet wisdom in discernment. Not because love should be delayed indefinitely, but because love deserves care. I know relationships don’t all look the same, and I offer no judgment. I simply believe love is healthiest when it’s entered with intention, clarity, and mutual understanding.

Love does come with seasons of growth, compromise, and challenge. But it is shared. It is balanced. It does not require one person to carry the weight while the other remains unchanged.

I believe love is led with clarity, not pressure. And I’ve seen how relationships rushed by fear, loneliness, or the need to secure something quickly often struggle under the weight of expectations they weren’t ready to carry.

Love was never meant to hold you hostage.
It was never meant to feel like bondage.
And it was never meant to pull you out of alignment with who God created you to be.

The love God designed is steady, and it doesn’t need to be forced.

And to my single ladies—hear me clearly.

Being single does not mean you are lacking love.
It does not mean you sit out on celebration.
And it certainly does not mean you wait for someone else to honor you.

As a single woman myself, I make it a point to love on me. I don’t cheat myself out of celebration. Whether it’s a massage, a beautiful dinner, flowers, a movie, buying myself something meaningful or just sitting quietly at peace — I show up for myself with intention and joy.

Loving yourself is not selfish.
It’s stewardship.

Aside from loving God, loving yourself is one of the greatest gifts you can give. It sets the standard. It keeps your heart whole. And it reminds you that you are already worthy—before partnership ever enters the picture.

So yes—love is wonderful.
And yes—I still believe in it deeply.

But the kind of love I believe in is worth waiting for.
Worth honoring.
Worth trusting God with—even when the world tells you to rush or settle.

Love, I love love.