Stop Hiding Your Exhaustion From God

The cursor blinks, waiting for a cheerfulness your bones cannot summon. You rehearse the bright reply, the easy joke, the 'I'm fine' that fits the screen, while your body feels like it is sinking into the chair.

The gap between the words you type and the weight you carry is where the panic lives. But notice—the light does not ask you to perform.

It came for the sick, not the well. It does not need your polished sentences; it needs your honest presence.

The kingdom is not a mask you wear to be accepted; it is inside you, right now, beneath the exhaustion. You do not have to manufacture the light.

You only have to stop hiding the fact that you are tired. The performance is heavy.

The truth is light enough to float.