The Door Was Never Locked

It is late, and the house is quiet enough to hear the trap being set. You are manufacturing a crisis out of thin air, poking at an old wound just to see if they will rush to stop the bleeding.

You need the proof that they care enough to stay. But the light does not need your emergency to remain present.

It saw you before you spoke a word. It knows the difference between a cry for help and a test of love.

You have been searching for the Father in the noise you create, when the truth is hiding in the silence you are trying to escape. Some have spent a lifetime inquiring about God through intellect and found nothing, because the answer was never in the commotion.

The light is not waiting for you to break so it can fix you. It is already here, holding the space you are trying to fill with drama.

Stop testing the door to see if it opens. It was never locked.