December

God didn’t simply form the ground—He made it with her in mind, like every inch of it was part of a quiet promise. He shaped it gently, not just to carry her, but to honour her. The earth beneath her feet isn’t just earth—it’s devotion laid out in stone and softness, as if even the world knew she was coming. Flowers seem to rise just to greet her, the wind slows to stay near her, and the sky opens wider when she passes. Nothing around her is unchanged. This ground was crafted not to impress her, but to reflect her—to rise to her grace, to steady her strength. And for me, loving her feels like witnessing the reason God made anything beautiful in the first place.