When God Writes Your Love Story Some love stories begin with a plan. Ours began with God’s perfect timing. We met in the most unexpected way through Instagram. What I didn’t know then was that Conner had been quietly following my journey for nearly three years. He had even attended one of my trading events in person but we never crossed paths, never spoke, never connected. Then, one ordinary day, I noticed him viewing one of my posts. I clicked on his profile and saw that he sang. With no agenda and no expectations, I reached out to ask if he could sing a specific song. He was speechless because he had known my name long before I ever knew his. He had quietly watched from a distance, not realizing God was preparing the moment we’d finally collide. From our very first conversation on November 20th, everything just clicked. The connection was immediate. It felt like ease, like peace, like home. We met in person just four days later, on November 24th, and we’ve never spent a day apart since. We fell in love fast not the kind that burns out, but the kind that burns deeply. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind where your soul finally exhales. It felt like God. I still remember flying out to meet him, heart racing with wonder, and hearing God whisper so clearly, “You’re about to meet your husband.” I didn’t tell a soul. I tucked it quietly into the corners of my heart, trusting the One who authored it. Months later, Conner shared that he had felt the exact same thing at the exact same time before we ever laid eyes on each other in person. We hadn’t spoken it then. But when we finally did, we both knew: this was never random. This was divine alignment. Since that day, our love has been nothing short of sacred. Gentle. Healing. Anchored in peace. Covered in grace. Conner has been the calm to my chaos, the soft place after the storm, the man I never knew I was praying for but God knew. He’s poured peace into the places I once guarded. He’s shown me that love can be safe, steady, and real. He’s been a gift to my life, to my family, and to a heart that once wasn’t sure it would ever fully trust again. Our story is a living reflection of God’s goodness. A reminder that even in a world full of counterfeits real love still exists. A love that is patient. A love that is kind. A love that protects, heals, and never gives up. A love that doesn’t just look beautiful but feels like the presence of God Himself. A love written by the Author of all that is good. And now… with hearts full of peace and hands held tight, we can’t wait to live out the rest of this story side by side, chapter by chapter, forever.