The Light Runs Toward Your Honest Mess
The house is quiet now, and the silence you're keeping feels heavy enough to break you. You worry that your stillness is just pride wearing a mask, hiding the fact that you are not as holy as you pretend.
But the light does not need your performance to find you. There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off — before the apology, before the speech, he ran.
The light runs toward the honest mess, not the polished lie. Your silence is not a wall keeping God out.
It is the very place where the light waits for you to stop pretending. The fear that you will be found out is the last shadow leaving the room.
You do not have to be spiritual to be held.
Drawing from
Luke, John
Verses
Luke 15:20, John 1:14
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