The Light Comes for Broken Places

The day is ending, and the mask you wore so well is starting to feel heavy. You are terrified that if anyone saw the real you—the tired, the uncertain, the one who is just figuring it out as they go—they would turn away.

But listen closely. The light does not come for the finished product.

It comes for the broken places. Jesus said he did not come for the healthy, but for the sick.

Your fraudulence is not a barrier to the light; it is the very reason the light is here. There is a truth living inside you that is older than your fear.

It was there before you learned to pretend. It will be there after the performance stops.

You do not have to manufacture worthiness to be loved. The love is already present, waiting for you to put the act down.

The darkness gathers outside, but it cannot touch the one who stops hiding.