You Are Known, Not Hated

The ceiling is a screen where you are projecting every face you saw today, and every face looks angry. You are replaying the tone of your voice, the pause that felt too long, the word that landed wrong.

You are convinced that while you lie here awake, they are asleep and free of you. But listen — the darkness lies about what others think.

It tells you that you are alone in your failure, when in fact, you are simply awake in a world that is mostly asleep. There is a light inside you that no misunderstanding can extinguish.

It was there before the conversation started, and it remains now, untouched by their opinion. You do not need their approval to be held.

The Father sees the real you, not the version your fear has invented. And He is not keeping score of your awkward moments.

He is just sitting with you in the quiet. You are not hated.

You are known.