The Light That Finds You First

The clock says it is too late. The silence says the door is locked.

But the light does not read the clock. It does not measure your life in hours or years.

There was a woman who had lost a coin in the dark, and she did not wait for morning to look for it. She lit a lamp right then.

She swept the house while the world was asleep. And when she found what was lost, she called everyone to rejoice.

The light is that lamp. It is burning right now, in this deepest hour.

It is not waiting for you to be ready. It is searching.

It has already found you. You think the story is over because the sun has not risen.

But the light was shining before the sun existed. It is not too late to change.

It is only just beginning.