The Light Knows Your Face Beneath

The afternoon demands a performance you are too tired to give. You keep talking, filling the air with noise, terrified that if you stop, the silence will expose the fraud you believe you are.

But the light does not need your voice to know who you are. It saw you before you spoke your first word.

There is a secret place where your giving is unseen, where the Father who sees what is done in secret is already rewarding you. You do not have to bring forth a performance to be saved; you only have to bring forth the truth of your exhaustion.

The fraud is the mask you wear to keep the quiet away. The light is the silence underneath it, waiting for you to stop running.

The mask is heavy, but the face beneath it is already known.