Known in the Dark Without Pretense

The house has gone quiet, but your heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might give you away. You hear the footsteps stop right outside your door, and suddenly your own breathing sounds like a storm you cannot calm.

You hold your breath, trying to make yourself small enough to disappear into the mattress, terrified that the rhythm of your fear is too loud to hide. But listen — the One walking the halls of your life does not need you to pretend you are asleep.

He is not looking for a performance of peace; He is looking for you. You do not have to slow your breath to be loved.

The light is already on the other side of that door, not to scold the noise, but to sit with you in the dark until your soul remembers it is safe. The panic says you are exposed; the truth says you are known, and being known is the only place where you can finally rest.