The Light Runs Toward You

The afternoon sun is high, and the shadows are short, but inside you, the fear is long. You are carrying a heavy load of unspoken needs, terrified that if you set them down, the people around you will finally walk away.

You think your hunger is a burden they cannot bear. You think your thirst is too much.

But there is a voice that speaks into this quiet desperation: "Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom." Pleased. Not annoyed.

Not tolerant. Pleased.

The light does not calculate the cost of your needs and decide you are too expensive to keep. It runs toward you while you are still a long way off, not waiting for you to fix yourself first.

Your confession is not the final straw; it is the open door. The one who loves you is not looking for a reason to leave; He is looking for a reason to run.