Wake Up to the Light That Waits

The day has settled, and with the quiet comes the feeling that you have been sleepwalking through your own life. It is as if the light is there, but you are blind in your heart, too distracted to see it shining in the midst of your days.

The Savior looked out at the world and found us intoxicated, not with wine but with the noise, and his soul was afflicted because we could not see what was right in front of us. But the light does not leave the room when you drift; it waits in the wood and under the stone, ready to be found the moment you lift your eyes.

— You are not lost because you forgot; you are simply waiting to wake up to the light that has never stopped speaking your name. The gathering dark is not the end of the story; it is the quiet place where the sleep ends.