The Light Does Not Flinch At Your Rage

The house is quiet now, but the noise inside you is loud. You are angry at the One who made you, and that anger feels like a betrayal.

You think your rage makes you unlovable, so you hide it in the dark. But the light does not flinch when you shout.

It does not run from your honesty. The father in the story did not wait for a polished apology; he ran while the son was still covered in the filth of his failure.

Your anger is not a wall the light cannot cross. It is a cry the light is already answering.

You are not being punished for how you feel. The light is not afraid of your fire.

It is the fire that burns brighter than yours. Stop trying to calm down before you come home.

The door is open to the angry, the guilty, the exhausted. Come in exactly as you are.