The Light Flows Through Your Cracks
The afternoon demands a mask so smooth it feels like skin. You carry the weight of being flawless, terrified that one crack will make the world discard you.
But the light does not need your performance to stay. It sees the exhaustion behind the smile and calls it holy ground.
There was a woman who had bled for twelve years, unclean and unwanted by every standard of perfection. She did not fix herself before reaching out.
She touched the edge of the light from her brokenness. And the power did not recoil.
It flowed. The light is not afraid of your cracks.
It flows through them. You are not loved because you are whole.
You are held because you are real.
Drawing from
Mark, 1 John
Verses
Mark 5:34, 1 John 4:18
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