The Cold Is Not Your Verdict
The dry spot on the pillow feels like proof that the warmth left because you were not enough to keep it there. But the cold is not a verdict on your worth; it is just the silence of the room waiting for the dawn.
There was a woman who reached for the edge of a coat in a crowded street, trembling, convinced she had to earn the heat before she could touch it. The light stopped the whole crowd just to turn and call her daughter.
You do not have to generate the warmth to deserve it. The light is already here, sitting on the edge of the bed, refusing to let the cold define you.
Drawing from
Mark, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
Mark 5:34
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