The Light That Sits in the Dust
The house is quiet now, and the silence in that room feels heavier than the day itself. You have taken off the armor of pretending to be okay, and now the empty space is the only thing left to hold.
But listen — the light does not flee from rooms that hold grief. It sits right there on the floor with you, in the dust and the stillness.
There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, and before any words could be spoken, he ran. That same love is running toward this silence right now.
The light is not afraid of the quiet. It is the only thing sturdy enough to fill it without breaking.
Drawing from
Luke 15:20, 1 John 4:18
Verses
Luke 15:20, 1 John 4:18
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