Tracy-Ann Bullocks Writes

I used to pray for a man who would see me—all of me—and still choose to stay. I wanted the fairytale. The steady hand. The deep conversations. The safe space. The passion. The purpose partner. The covering. The friendship. The forever.

But what I didn’t realize… was that before God gave me that kind of love, He needed to prepare me to handle it.

Let me be honest: I wasn’t always ready.

I had trust issues.

I carried unhealed wounds.

I wanted control.

I doubted timing.

I questioned if the love I prayed for even existed.

But God didn’t just want to give me a husband—He wanted to heal His daughter. He wanted to break the cycles, challenge the inner narratives, and renew the way I saw love, commitment, and worth.

And that work? Whew. It wasn’t pretty.

It meant letting go of trauma-fueled independence.

It meant confronting the parts of me that still operated from survival instead of wholeness.

It meant forgiving, even when I didn’t get an apology.

It meant learning how to receive love without suspicion or fear.

I had to become a woman who knew how to nurture peace instead of chaos.

A woman who knew her value, even if no one applauded it.

A woman who would trust God more than her emotions when it came to love.

And when I did…

When I surrendered…

When I stopped trying to write the story myself…

He showed up.

A love like Josef’s doesn’t happen by accident.

It’s the fruit of divine timing, deep healing, and radical obedience.

So to the woman still in the becoming… don’t rush.

Let God do the work in you before you beg Him to send someone to you.

He’s not ignoring your prayer.

He’s preparing you for the answer.

And when it comes…

It will be so worth the wait.

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