The Light Does Not Speak in Riddles

It is late, and the house is quiet enough to hear your own heartbeat. You are reading a text you sent three hours ago, analyzing every word, terrified that a missing emoji made you sound cold.

The silence from the other end feels like a verdict. But listen — the light that lives inside you does not speak in riddles.

It is simple. It is true.

There is no darkness in it, no hidden agenda, no secret meanness waiting to be found. You are not your anxiety.

You are not the worst-case scenario your mind is building in this quiet room. The Father's love is not a puzzle you have to solve to be safe.

It is a presence that holds you even when the phone stays dark. You can put the phone down now.

The connection is deeper than a screen.