The Light Waits Beneath Your Fatigue

The house is moving now, loud with the morning rush, but you are standing still behind a mask of okayness. You wonder if your quiet exhaustion has built a wall your children cannot climb, if your silence has pushed them away into a distance you cannot bridge.

But look closer at the noise they make — it is not rejection, it is life seeking connection with the one who holds them. The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world, and it shines just as brightly through your fatigue as it does through your joy.

You did not lose them in your tiredness; you are still the ground they walk on. The mask is heavy, but the love underneath it is heavier still.

Your exhaustion has not emptied the room; it has only made the light inside you wait for a moment of rest.