The Light That Holds You When Empty

In the quiet of this late hour, you have been stealing moments of your own life to meet the demands of others, and the shame of that theft feels heavy now that the house is still. You gave and gave until there was nothing left to give, believing that your worth was measured by how much you could pour out.

But the light inside you was never meant to be spent like a resource; it is the source that holds you even when you feel empty. The kingdom belongs to the meek, to those who are worn down, to those who have nothing left to perform.

You do not have to earn the right to rest, for the light that shines in the darkness has not been overcome by your exhaustion. You are not what you produced tonight.

You are the one who was chosen to be held.