The Night Is A Holding Space

The day is done, but the echoes of their words are still ringing in your head. You dread the morning alarm because it means walking back into the fire.

Tonight, the dark feels like the only place where you can breathe without being judged. But listen — the light does not depend on the sun to exist.

It was shining inside you before the first insult was ever spoken, and it will be there when you wake up. The voices that tear you down are loud, but they are not the truth about who you are.

There is a name the light calls you that no bully can ever touch. You are not what they say you are.

You are the hidden child of the Most High, and you are deeply known. The night is not a hiding place; it is a holding space.