Your Rest Is Not A Betrayal

The house is quiet now, and your own peace feels like a betrayal. You are warm while others freeze.

You are resting while they fight. It feels wrong to close your eyes when the world is still breaking.

But listen — the light that holds you is the same light that holds them. You are not stealing their share by receiving your own.

The father saw his son coming home from a long way off, and he ran before the apology was even finished. He did not weigh the son's worth against the brother's labor.

He simply ran. Your rest is not a wall between you and the suffering.

It is the place where you remember that the light is stronger than the dark. You are not safe because you escaped.

You are safe so you can become the place where the light shines out. The guilt says you must carry it all tonight.

The truth says the light carries you.