I wrote God Still Writes Love Stories After Loss from a place of honesty. From the ache of realizing that love didn’t end because God failed—but because life happened, people changed, and wounds went unattended.
This weekend, I got married.
Not as a rebuttal to the past.
Not as proof that loss didn’t hurt.
But as evidence that healing actually works when you let God do it His way.
And what stands out to me now is the contrast of the moment we’re living in.
We’re surrounded by dating shows, apps, and endless ways to connect. From secluded islands to popping balloons, relationships have become entertainment—and sometimes experimentation. And to be clear, there’s nothing wrong with dating shows or dating apps. Tools aren’t the issue. Technology isn’t the villain.
The question is trust.
At some point, we have to ask ourselves who we believe is truly guiding our steps. Because it’s easy—subtle, even—to let algorithms inform decisions that were once shaped by prayer, discernment, and patience.
Somewhere along the way, we didn’t just modernize dating. We stopped checking where our confidence was anchored.
Algorithms don’t know your history.
They don’t know your wounds.
They don’t know what healed you—or what still needs time.
God does.
And if we truly trust Him—really trust Him—then He doesn’t get edited out just because the process looks different than it used to.
That’s what this season taught me.
Marriage didn’t arrive as a rescue.
It arrived as alignment.
Not rushed. Not performative. Not loud.
In a world that rewards chemistry over character and speed over substance, God taught me that covenant doesn’t need an audience. It needs readiness. Healing. Stillness. A willingness to let peace lead instead of pressure.
The scripture that grounded me through that quiet work was simple, but steady:
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own understanding; in all your ways know him, and he will make your paths straight.” — Proverbs 3:5–6 (CSB)
Not some of your heart.
Not just the parts that make sense.
All of it.
That doesn’t mean ignoring wisdom, tools, or opportunity. It means remembering that guidance was never meant to come from a feed alone. Dating apps can introduce. Shows can entertain. Conversations can spark connection. But trust—real trust—still belongs with God.
This marriage doesn’t erase my past. It honors it. Every loss, every delay, every quiet season where prayer became listening instead of talking—none of it was wasted. God didn’t fast-forward me to joy. He matured me into it.
If you’re reading this still grieving, still hoping, or still navigating modern love with ancient faith—hear this gently: timing doesn’t cancel promise. Healing doesn’t disqualify desire. And trusting God doesn’t mean rejecting the world—it means not surrendering your discernment to it.
God still writes love stories after loss.
But He also rewrites us—so we don’t confuse access with alignment.
That kind of love may not trend.
But it lasts.
District Elder & Pastor Harold Robertson, Jr. is a seasoned IT Professional and spiritual leader who bridges technology and faith to drive innovation in schools, churches, and communities. With certifications in ITIL, Google Workspace, AI, and church administration, he empowers organizations to thrive through strategic tech integration and leadership.
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Pastor Harold Robertson, Jr.
District Elder & Pastor Harold Robertson, Jr. is a seasoned IT Professional and spiritual leader who bridges technology and faith to drive innovation in schools, churches, and communities. With certifications in ITIL, Google Workspace, AI, and church administration, he empowers organizations to thrive through strategic tech integration and leadership.
