The Light Sits Beside Your Rage

The afternoon sun is bright, and it makes every shadow you cast look darker than it truly is. You are carrying a heavy fear right now—that your anger has burned a bridge so completely that no one will ever walk across it again.

That you have made yourself untouchable. But the light does not recoil from your heat; it walks right into the middle of your rage and sits down beside you.

There is a truth that lives deeper than your worst moment: the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. Your anger is real, and it has consequences, but it has not changed what you are made of.

You are still a drop from the light, sent here to illuminate, not to be erased. The community you love may need time to heal, and you may need to make things right, but you are not irredeemable.

The light sees your fire, and it is not afraid of you.