Strength Renewed While You Sleep

The day is done, and the quiet you have been running from has finally caught up. You are terrified that if you lay this armor down, your legs will forget how to carry you when the sun rises.

But the light does not depend on your momentum to keep shining. There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off — he did not wait for the boy to prove he could walk; he ran to meet him.

The strength you fear losing was never yours to begin with. It is a gift that renews itself while you sleep.

You are not a machine that rusts when it stops. You are a branch that draws life even in the stillness.

Close your eyes. The morning will find you ready, not because you forced it, but because the light has been working in the dark all along.