The Light Is Already In The Room

The afternoon sun is bright, but inside, the air feels thick with waiting. You are lying perfectly still, terrified that the sound of your own breathing will invite the intruder you are trying to keep out.

Every creak of the floorboard feels like a betrayal. Every inhale feels like a signal.

But listen — the light does not wait for you to be silent to enter. It is already here, sitting on the edge of the bed, unafraid of your noise.

The God of immeasurable light entered the prison of the body and said, 'He who hears, let him get up from the deep sleep.' He did not come to a quiet house. He came to the chaos.

The light is not an intruder. It is the one who stands between you and the dark.

You do not have to hold your breath to be safe. The safety is already in the room.