Love transcends dimensions and time. It is stronger than death itself.
I’ve always loved the movie The Time Traveler’s Wife. The main character, Clare, spends her whole life in love with Henry—the man who, because of a rare genetic disorder, time travels uncontrollably. He meets her when she’s a little girl, and though their meetings are unpredictable and often painful, their love remains constant. She believes they are destined to be together. And deep down, I know the same is true for us—I feel like I’ve loved you from eternity.
Despite the time, distance, and trials that separate them, Clare and Henry’s love only grows deeper. It transcends time, circumstance, and logic. That’s the kind of love that reminds me of what God has placed in us—something divine, something that refuses to die no matter what tries to stop it. Our love is rooted in God, anchored in purpose, and sealed by destiny. The obstacles we’ve faced were never meant to destroy us; they were meant to prove that what we carry is kingdom—something bigger than both of us.
She wasn’t afraid to love him, even though loving him meant waiting, losing, and sometimes grieving. And I’m not afraid to love you. Because perfect love casts out fear. Love conquers all and endures all.
I’ve been time traveling for years—since 1992, to be exact—but not in the way the world understands it. My traveling has been through prayer and intercession. God would take me back into places in my past to heal what was broken. Around the year 2000, I began to weep for myself as a little girl, and in those sacred moments, Jesus would weep with me.
It was there, in those divine visits, that my healing began. I would see little Marie sitting alone, crying, feeling unseen and unloved. But as Jesus sat with me, He reminded me that I was never abandoned, only being prepared. Over time, those visits became less frequent. And one day, I realized I was healed—because I didn’t see her weeping anymore.
I didn’t fully understand it then, but God was strengthening me for the storms that were ahead. He knew I couldn’t fight if I was still wounded. I had to be made whole so that when it was time to run, I could run freely. My journey wasn’t just about my healing—it was about generations. God was about to take me back into the history of my bloodline, into the cries of my ancestors, and into the future He promised us.
The enemy was after everything I loved and everything God promised. But the way I learned to outrun him was by overcoming evil with good. Every time I forgave, I could move further ahead. Every time I wept for my ancestors, I was exchanging ashes for beauty. It became personal—so personal that I began to intercede not just for me, but for those who came before me and those who would come after me.
God broke my heart for what broke His. He showed me how to love deeper, to forgive faster, and to see clearer. The longer I stayed in worship and sacrifice, the purer my heart became, and the further I could see. My perspective widened, and suddenly, I could see both the past and the future in one panoramic view. I began to soar like an eagle—above pain, above loss, above time.
King David said, “By my God, I can run through troops and leap over walls.” That’s what it felt like. I was running through generational strongholds and leaping over limitations. And in that race of destiny, I ran right into you.
I prayed for you. I cried for you.
Forever,
The Time Traveler’s Wife