The Light Loves the Face Beneath

The day is done, and the house is finally quiet enough to hear the mask slip. You stand before the mirror, rehearsing the exact angle of a calm you do not feel, practicing the face that says 'I am fine' so you can walk back out into the noise.

It is exhausting to hold a expression that fights the truth of your trembling. But notice — the light does not ask you to fix your face before it sees you.

It knows the weariness behind the eyes you are trying to hide. You do not have to perform okayness for the One who made you.

The armor was never meant to be worn forever. There is a peace waiting for you that does not require a single muscle to be tightened.

Put the mask down. The light loves the face beneath it more than the performance.