The Light Loves What Is Hidden

The afternoon sun is bright, and it feels like it exposes every crack in the performance you are holding together. You are terrified that if the mask slips, even for a second, everyone will see the broken person underneath and turn away.

But the light does not need your perfection to find you; it sees through the performance and loves what is hidden behind it. There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, covered in the filth of his failure, and he did not wait for the boy to clean himself up — he ran.

The light is not afraid of your brokenness. It has already seen the worst parts of you, and it has not looked away.

You do not have to hold the mask up for the light to stay.