Star for the Journey

genuine love

  • The Kind That Holds

    Real love is not the spark—it’s the slow-burned timberstacked by hand,one quiet choice at a time,until winter’s breathcan’t put it out.It’s the irony of a flamethat doesn’t boast,yet warms everything within reach. It is less like a roseand more like the soil—dark, unnoticed,and willing to cradle the rootsso something else can bloom.It’s the long patienceof…

  • When Trust Walks Ahead of Evidence

    There’s something sacred about sitting beside a fire and talking honestly about the kind of love that doesn’t make headlines—the kind shown not in poetic declarations, but in everyday decisions that cost us something. And as I’ve been thinking about that quiet, faithful love, another intertwined theme keeps rising to the surface: trust. Not the…