The Light Does Not Recoil From Brokenness
The day is ending, and the armor you wore to hold it all together has finally slipped. Now comes the panic—the cold, sickening wait for someone to notice the mess you made, the stain you cannot hide.
You are bracing for the look of disgust, the step backward, the silence that says you are too much to carry. But listen.
The light does not recoil from what is broken. It does not wait for you to clean yourself up before it draws near.
It sees the trembling, the shame, the thing you are most afraid to show, and it does not turn away. It whispers the only truth that matters now: your fear is real, but the love holding you is greater.
You do not have to fix this before you are loved. You are held exactly as you are.
Drawing from
Gospel of Mary 5:4-5, 1 John 3:19-20
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