Guarded love

I am that girl who loves love.

Not the idea of romance, not the ceremony, but the promise of union. The kind that felt holy even before I had language for it. I believed, quietly and instinctively, that love was meant to be good, safe, and enduring.

I did not arrive at that belief through perfection. I arrived there through longing.

I saw early that love was powerful-powerful enough to shape lives, to steady hearts, to build futures. I also saw how fragile it could be when handled without care.

Somewhere along the way, a question began to form, even before I knew it was a prayer:

Why does something God designed so beautifully so often feel so heavy?

Scripture answered me long before experience could.

I discovered that love was never meant to survive on feelings alone. That covenant was not sustained by emotion, but by design, covering, and presence. I have realized that marriage is not fragile because it is flawed, but because it is sacred.

Sacred things require tending.

I learned that loving love was not naïve but leaving it unattended was costly.

So, I began to pray.

Not with much eloquence

Not with formulas

But with reverence.

I began to place marriages before God, not as problems to be fixed, but as a design worth defending.

Over time, my affection for love has matured into a burden for covenant.

I have seen that what breaks marriages is rarely a single moment. It is usually the slow thinning of prayer, the absence of understanding of divine purpose, the quiet erosion of atmosphere, and the absence of someone willing to stand in the gap.

And so, this altar is raised, not because I have answers, but because I believe marriage is worth interceding for.

I am still that girl who loves love.

But now I understand that love flourishes best when it is covered, guarded, and held before God.

Marriage remains His beautiful design.
And such a beautiful design is preserved best on the altar.