Chapter 1 – The Girl Who Waited with God

“She wasn’t waiting for a man. She was waiting with Jesus.”

Kila lived quietly.

Not the kind of quiet that meant emptiness—
but the kind of quiet that felt full.
Sacred.

Her apartment was small, filled with warm light and worn books.
There were no echoes of past lovers, no whispers of regret in the walls.
Only the stillness of a life deeply rooted in Someone far greater.

She began every morning with worship music playing softly in the background,
her Bible open, pen in hand, journal pages half filled with prayers—
some answered, some still waiting.

But she was never in a rush.

The world often told her she was “too much.”
Too strong.
Too deep.
Too devoted.

But she had learned to see herself through a different lens.
Not as “too much,”
but exactly as God designed her to be.

And while other women filled their lives with noise,
searching for affection, attention, validation—
Kila filled hers with Scripture,
long walks with the Lord,
and an unshakable peace that made no sense to the hurried world around her.

She was not hiding.
She was healing.
She was not waiting to be found.
She was waiting with Jesus.

There were moments, of course—late at night,
when the city grew too quiet,
when her friends spoke of anniversaries and weddings and first kisses—
where a flicker of ache surfaced.

But even then, she never questioned God’s goodness.
She would lay it before Him, whisper through the tears:
"Lord, if it’s not from You, I don’t want it. But if it is… help me not to miss it."

Because Kila wasn’t looking for love just for the sake of being loved.
She was waiting for something holy—
a love that mirrored the way Jesus loved her:
steady, sacrificial, kind.

She believed that if God wanted her to walk with someone,
He would write that story better than she ever could.

And so, she kept building her life.
Not as a woman incomplete,
but as a woman already whole.

She served faithfully.
She loved deeply.
She forgave freely.
She listened more than she spoke.

Not because she was trying to impress anyone—
but because she belonged to Someone.

The world had many names for her.
Strong.
Too serious.
Hard to love.

But heaven called her faithful.

And in heaven’s timing,
her story would shift.
Not by accident. Not by chance.
But by divine orchestration.

Kila didn’t know it yet.

But a quiet chapter was about to turn.
And someone—someone she had never prayed for,
but someone God had prepared—was drawing near.

Not to rescue her.
Not to complete her.
But to walk with her in the same direction:
toward the Light.