You Are Not the Source of Morning

The house is quiet, but your heart is racing with the fear that you have nothing left to give if they wake. You feel like an empty cup, terrified of the moment their need exceeds your supply.

But the light that lives inside you does not come from your own strength. It comes from a source that never runs dry.

You are not the origin; you are the vessel. And the Father who sees the sparrow fall sees you sitting here in the dark, holding your reserve for a child you love.

You do not have to manufacture the morning. You only have to remain open to the One who is already awake.

The terror says you are alone with your emptiness. The truth says the light is pouring through you even now.