The Silence Where the Running Begins
The doorframe holds the weight of words you wish you could swallow. You snapped, the room went quiet, and now you are whispering an apology to the wood because it is the only thing that didn't flinch.
But listen — the light does not run from your anger. It stands right there in the silence you made.
There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, covered in shame and rehearsing a speech. He ran.
Before the apology, before the fix — he ran. Your outburst did not scare the light away.
It only made the room ready for the embrace. The silence is not a verdict; it is the space where the running begins.
Drawing from
Luke, 1 John
Verses
Luke 15:20, 1 John 4:18
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