The Light Holds Your Shake

The afternoon light is unforgiving. It exposes the tremor in your hands, the slight shake that makes you fear everyone is watching, waiting for you to fail.

You think the shaking means you are lying — that if you were telling the truth, your voice would be steady, your grip firm. But the truth does not require a steady hand.

Jesus said, 'We came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord.' Your origin is not your performance. It is the light itself.

The light does not shake because it is afraid; it shines because it is alive. And life is often a tremor.

Split a piece of wood, and the light is there in the grain, in the roughness, in the imperfect break. It does not hide.

It simply is. You are not your shaking.

You are the light that holds the shake without breaking.