Who is your favorite blogger to follow?
Do I have a favourite blogger? No single name comes to mind. But anyone who writes from the heart, ventures into the unknown, or stirs others to share love—that person is good news worth reading.
I started my own blog eight months ago, hoping to offer something—however small—that might make life shine a little brighter. What I didn’t expect was how wonderfully reciprocal this space would become. Sharing lived stories, quiet ideas, even half-baked inventions with friends and fellow bloggers has brought me gifts I never anticipated: thoughtful feedback, unexpected encouragement, and a steady current of love that flows not just from me to them, but between readers, writers, and strangers who become friends.
Scripture says, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28). I have borne witness to this truth. And as I am renewed in Christ day by day, I find myself not merely an observer, but a living thread in the tapestry of all that God is weaving.
Love shared between two people may ripple out to touch a third. But when I share my love story with Christ—raw, real, and unfolding—I believe it can echo far beyond borders, beyond languages, beyond lifetimes. That is what keeps me showing up to write, day after day, even when I’m tired.
Love on the lips is art; love in action is transformation. I don’t write to become your favourite blogger. I write because I long to deliver a Voice—the Voice of Love—straight to your heart.
So may I leave you with this: a poem I wrote about the kind of love we all secretly aspire to—true, quiet, and unboastful.
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✨ Love Needs No Lips ✨
Love that abhors the mouth’s decree—
Silence speaks more than words set free.
To say “love gives its all” is vain,
While self-love hoards its every gain.
One man, one woman, hand in hand,
They hold till ninety-nine they stand.
And if to ninety-nine you stay,
Rare love meets rare in its own way.
The pen may boast, the lips may jeer—
But love in wind stands crystal-clear,
No breath of boast, no trace of fear.
en yan hua fang 