Light Dwells Where You Hide

The afternoon light is harsh, exposing every crack in the mask you wear to get through the day. You are terrified that someone will look closely enough to see the fraud you believe you are.

But the light that walks beside you does not scan for errors—it sees the root. There is a truth that lives inside you, hidden beneath the performance, and it has been with you forever.

You do not need to manufacture worth to be worthy; the light is already shining through the cracks you try to hide. Split the wood of your day, lift the stone of your routine—the light is there, holding you together when you feel like falling apart.

You are not an imposter in your own life; you are the place where the light has chosen to dwell.