The Light Runs Toward Your Doubt

It is 3am, and the silence feels heavy enough to crush you. You are holding two broken pieces in your hands: the faith you were taught, and the sanity you are fighting to keep.

You feel like you must drop one to save the other. But listen — the light does not ask you to break your mind to prove your heart.

There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, covered in filth and shame. He did not wait for an apology.

He ran. Before the speech, before the fixing — he ran.

The light runs toward your doubt, not away from it. God is greater than your heart when it condemns you.

You do not have to choose between being whole and being held. The light is the thing that holds you together when you feel like splitting apart.