The Light Rushes To Meet Your Brokenness

The afternoon light is harsh, exposing every flaw you have tried to hide behind your daily performance. You carry a secret fear that if you ever speak the truth of your brokenness, the light will finally turn away.

You imagine your confession as the final proof that you are too damaged to be held. But the light does not wait for your perfection — it waits for your honesty.

There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, covered in the filth of his own making. He did not wait for the apology to finish.

He ran. The truth you are hiding is not a barrier to the light; it is the very thing the light is rushing to meet.

Your brokenness does not disqualify you from love; it qualifies you for the feast.