Light Meets You in the Spill
The afternoon light is bright, but sometimes it catches you off guard. You are moving through the routine, hands busy with the mundane, when a scent or a sound pulls the floor out from under you.
The grief you thought was buried years ago rises up, sudden and sharp, in the middle of an ordinary Tuesday. It feels like a failure to still be hurting, like you should have moved on by now.
But the light does not demand that you be over it. It meets you right there in the spill or the silence.
There is a peace that does not depend on your ability to hold yourself together. It waits for you to stop pretending.
You do not have to finish your grief to be held by it.
Drawing from
John, Luke
Verses
John 16:33, Luke 6:37-38
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