The Light Holds You Before You Shine

The house is quiet now, and the praise you received earlier feels like a coat that doesn't fit. You are waiting for the moment they see the seams, the moment they realize you are an impostor.

But listen — the light does not shine because you are perfect. It shines because it is already inside you, before the performance, before the fear.

There was a woman who touched the edge of a robe in a crushing crowd, trembling, convinced she was unworthy to be seen. The light stopped everything just to turn and call her 'Daughter.' It did not scan her credentials.

It saw her reach. The Father's light is not fooled by your mask, yet it loves what is behind it more than what is shown.

You are not a fraud hiding in the dark. You are the light of the world, and a city set on a hill cannot be hidden — not because you hold it up, but because it holds you.