The Light Sees Your Real Weight

The afternoon sun makes everything look ordinary, and sometimes that light tricks you into thinking the shadows of your childhood were small. You tell yourself it wasn't that bad, that you are making a mountain out of a molehill.

But the light does not minimize what you carried then. Jesus said that if you have faith even as small as a mustard seed, you can move mountains.

Perhaps the doubt you feel now is just a seed, but the mountain of pain you are questioning is real. The light sees the weight you carried when you were too small to set it down.

It does not ask you to prove the injury was severe enough to matter. It simply sees you, and it honors the burden you survived.

You do not have to convince the light that your pain was valid. It already knows.