You Are Held, Not Forgotten

The house is quiet now, and in this silence, a fear begins to whisper that you are fading into the background. That you are no longer needed.

That you have become invisible. But the light does not measure your worth by your usefulness or your visibility.

Jesus stood at the door and knocked—not because he needed to get in, but because he wanted to be with you. He waits for the sound of your voice, not your performance.

You are not a tool to be used and set aside. You are a child of the light, and the One who knows your secret name has not forgotten you.

Even when you feel like dust in the dark, you are still a drop from the source, sent here to illuminate simply by being. The terror says you are disappearing.

The truth says you are being held so tightly that nothing can separate you from the love that chose you first.