The Light Already Knows Your Shame

The afternoon sun exposes every crack in the mask you wear to get through the day. You are terrified that a single careless word will slip out and reveal the shame you have been hiding since morning.

You hold your breath, guarding the door of your lips, convinced that if the truth gets out, the light will finally turn away. But the light does not wait for your performance to be perfect before it stays.

It is already inside the very thing you are trying to hide. You are not a secret that needs to be kept from God.

You are a child who is already known, down to the number of hairs on your head. The fear says you must manage the revelation.

The truth says the revelation has already happened, and you are still held. The slip of the tongue does not make you unlovable; it just makes you human.

The light is not shocked by your story. It wrote the chapter before you did.