The Light Lives in the Empty Space

The afternoon stretches out, long and gray, and your hand reaches across the bed out of pure habit. You are looking for a small hand to hold, something warm and solid to anchor you.

But your fingers grasp only cold sheets. The emptiness is not an accident; it is the space where the light lives now.

Jesus looked at the paralyzed man and said, 'Your sins are forgiven,' before he ever told him to stand up. The healing started in the quiet, not in the movement.

The light does not rush to fill the cold spot with noise or distraction. It sits with you in the silence of the empty space.

Thomas said if you bring forth what is within you, it will save you. So bring forth the grief of the cold sheets.

Bring forth the habit that no longer has a home. The light is already there, waiting inside that very emptiness to be revealed.