Your Hunger Attracts the Running Father

The house is quiet now, and the fear has started its whisper: that your desperate need for reassurance is actually driving the light away. That if you ask one more time, if you reach out one more time in the dark, you will push the very presence you crave just out of reach.

But listen — there was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off. He did not wait for the boy to clean up.

He did not wait for the speech. He ran.

Before the apology, before the shame could even be spoken — he ran. Your hunger does not repel the light.

It attracts it. The need itself is the signal.

The light does not flee from your desperation; it meets you in it. You are not pushing God away by needing God.

You are simply turning your face toward the one who is already running.