The Light Stays in the Noise

The house is quiet, but inside you, the storm is screaming. You are holding your breath, terrified that if you finally let the rage out, the light will turn its back and leave you alone in the dark.

But listen — the light does not flinch at your fire. It has seen the anger before, and it stayed.

God is greater than your heart's condemnation, and he knows everything — every bitter thought, every scream you swallowed — yet he has not moved an inch. The darkness has not overcome it.

The rage is real, but the presence is realer. You can rage and still be held.

You can shout and still be loved. The silence you fear is not coming; the light is sitting right here in the noise with you.