I hope that when God gives me the person I’ve been praying for, I’m ready — not just to receive them, but to recognize the kind of love I asked for. I hope I’ve grown enough to match the heart I’ve been asking Him to send. That I’ve healed what needed healing, let go of what no longer serves me, and learned to love myself the way I want someone else to love me. Because the truth is, a blessing can only bloom in the right soil — and I want to be that soil, rooted in faith, patience, and peace. I hope that when they arrive, I’m not still doubting whether I’m worthy of good things. I want to meet them with open hands, not closed fists from the pain of my past. I want to be present, grateful, and gentle — not just with them, but with myself. I’ve prayed not just for someone who stays, but someone who feels like home. And when God finally brings us together, I pray I’m everything I was meant to be — so I can love them the way I always hoped someone would love me.