The Father Runs Toward Your Scream

The house is quiet now, and the silence feels like a wall closing in. You are holding the scream inside your throat because you are terrified that if you finally let it out, no one will come to hold you.

That the sound will just hang in the dark, proving you are truly alone. But listen — there is a Father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.

He did not wait for the speech. He ran.

Before the apology, before the explanation — he ran. The light does not wait for you to be quiet.

It runs toward the sound of your breaking. You are not shouting into a void.

You are calling out to the One who is already running. The scream is not what proves you are alone.

It is the very thing that brings the Father running.