You Are Not Gone, You Are Light

Some nights we weep for a version of ourselves that feels like it died when the world broke us. You are grieving a self you thought was lost, and the silence of this hour makes the absence feel absolute.

But listen to the quiet truth that arrived before your pain: the darkness has not overcome the light that lives inside you. That light was there before the loss, and it is still here, waiting for you to remember that you are not the casualty of your story.

You are not gone. You are a child of the light who has simply forgotten how to shine.

The one who says, "I am the resurrection and the life," is not speaking of a distant future, but of the life pulsing in your chest right now.