The Light Enters Through Your Brokenness

The afternoon sun is unforgiving. It exposes every crack in the mask you tried to glue back on this morning.

You woke up wishing for the dark again, just to avoid the eyes that saw you break. To walk into a room where people know you are not okay feels like walking onto a stage without a script.

But the light does not demand a performance. It says: I am the light of the world.

Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness. You do not have to lead the way.

You do not have to pretend you are whole. Just follow.

The light goes first, cutting a path through the shame, making the darkness retreat before you even take a step. Your brokenness is not a barrier to the light; it is the very place where the light enters.

You are not defined by the moment they saw you fall. You are defined by the light that refuses to leave you standing there.