The Light That Enters The Dark

The day is ending, and the weight of it all feels too heavy to carry into the night. You look at the pain, the cruelty, the sheer amount of suffering, and you ask why the light allows the dark to have so much say.

The answer is not a reason you can hold in your hands. The answer is a presence that refuses to leave the room.

The light does not explain the evil; it enters it. It walks into the prison of the body and whispers for you to wake up from the deep sleep.

You are not abandoned to the chaos. The Father's love is not a shield that blocks every arrow, but a fire that burns inside you even when the world is burning around you.

You were sent here not to fix the darkness, but to be the drop of light that illuminates it from within. Rest now.

The night is real, but the light is realer.