Love Will Light Our Way

There are moments in life when the path feels uncertain—when the winds shift, when the road bends in ways we never expected, and when the dreams we once held close seem to drift just beyond our reach. I’ve walked that road. I’ve stumbled on it. I’ve sat down in its middle and cried from exhaustion, praying for the strength to stand again. But through every turn, every heartbreak, every season of loss or grace, one truth has remained steady—love lights the way.

Love doesn’t always arrive like sunlight breaking through clouds. Sometimes, it’s the quiet glow of a candle flickering in the dark, barely enough to see by but somehow enough to keep going. I’ve seen that kind of love—felt it, lived it, and learned from it.

When Tim’s seizures began and our lives shifted in ways we could never have imagined, there were days I didn’t know how we’d get through. The plans we once made were suddenly uncertain, and the future we pictured became something we had to hold with open hands. But love never left. It didn’t walk away when the nights were long or the fear was loud. It stayed—steady and sure. Sometimes soft, sometimes strong, but always there.

That’s the thing about love—it doesn’t promise ease, but it promises endurance. It doesn’t shield us from pain, but it holds us through it. It’s the voice that whispers, “Keep going,” when you want to give up. It’s the hand that steadies yours when you shake. It’s the look that says, “You’re not alone,” even when the world feels far away.

Love will light our way.

Even when hopes and dreams seem distant, love is that guiding star in the night sky—constant, quiet, and true. When everything around you feels lost or broken, love remains. It shines when faith feels faint and strength runs dry. It carries you when your knees are too weak to stand.

There’s a kind of love that doesn’t fade with time—it deepens. It matures through struggle. It softens with grace. That’s the love I’ve found in this life, in this marriage, in this faith. It’s the kind that stays through seizures and silence, through laughter and tears, through fear and healing. It’s the kind that holds you even when you don’t have the words to ask for it.

Love is golden. Not glittering or flawless, but pure—the kind of gold that’s been through fire and still shines brighter for it. I see that gold in the way Tim smiles after a hard day, in the way he keeps trying, keeps believing, keeps loving even when his body betrays him. I see it in the way God keeps showing up in the smallest, most unexpected places—reminding me that love was His idea all along.

Sometimes I think of love as the bridge between heaven and earth—the place where divine mercy meets human fragility. It’s what holds the broken pieces together when everything feels scattered. It’s what allows light to seep through the cracks. And even when the winds change and sorrow tries to reign, love stands unmoved.

Love remains.

It’s there in every memory that still makes me smile, every prayer that holds more hope than words, every sunrise that feels like a promise whispered straight from God’s heart: You are not alone. You are still loved. Keep walking.

And so, we do. Hand in hand. Day by day. We walk this imperfect, beautiful, sometimes difficult road, and we let love lead. We let it light the spaces between us, even when they feel wide. We let it warm the cold corners of our hearts, even when we’re afraid. We let it shine, not because everything is perfect, but because love itself is perfect enough.

Maybe that’s what life is really about—not chasing after things that fade, but learning to see the eternal in the everyday. To notice how love shows up in coffee shared on quiet mornings, in laughter that breaks through the heaviness, in forgiveness offered freely, in the arms that still reach out at the end of a hard day.

Love is not always loud or dramatic. Sometimes, it’s just a whisper in the dark reminding you that light still exists. Sometimes, it’s the steady rhythm of two hearts beating side by side, refusing to give up on each other. Sometimes, it’s the unseen grace that carries you when you thought you couldn’t take another step.

That’s what love has been for us. A teacher. A companion. A light.

And when I think of all the miles we’ve traveled—through joy, through pain, through uncertainty—I can see that love was never just the destination. It was the journey itself. The hand that steadied us. The faith that fueled us. The light that never went out, even when the night felt endless.

So yes, the winds may change. The storms will come. Sorrow may find its way to our door again. But like the stars above—steady, shining, eternal—our love will never fade. It will keep glowing softly, a reminder that what God has joined, no darkness can undo.

Love will light our way.
It always has.
And it always will.