Holy Ground Behind the Blinking Cursor
The cursor blinks, and you sit frozen behind the mask of being 'at work,' pretending your hands aren't heavy with a weight no one else can see. You stare at the screen, capable in theory but paralyzed in flesh, convinced that this stillness is a failure of your own making.
But the light does not demand performance; it sees the exhaustion behind the eyes and calls it holy ground. There is a peace that does not look like productivity, a rest that arrives not when you finish the task, but when you admit you cannot move.
The light is not in the typing; it is in the trembling hand that waits. You are not your output.
Drawing from
Matthew 11:28-30, John 14:27
Verses
Matthew 11:28, John 14:27
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