Stop the math, the door is open
The house is quiet now, and the math begins. You weigh your hunger against the trouble it might cause to wake someone up.
You decide your need is too small, too heavy, too much. But listen — there was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.
He did not wait for the speech. He did not calculate the inconvenience.
He ran. Before the apology, before the cleanup — he ran.
The light does not measure your worth by how little space you take up. It runs toward the very thing you are trying to hide.
You are not a burden to the love that holds you. Stop doing the math.
The door is already open.
Drawing from
Luke, 1 John
Verses
Luke 15:20, 1 John 3:20
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