The Name Written on White Stone

The house is quiet now, but the voice in your head is loud. It replays the moment your sibling said your name with disgust, and you freeze, convinced you destroyed the chance for them to ever say it with love.

But listen — the light does not speak in disgust. The voice you hear in the dark is an echo of shame, not the truth of who you are.

There is a name the light calls you that no one else knows, a secret word written on a white stone just for you. That name has never been touched by their anger or your failure.

It remains pure, waiting for you to remember it. You did not lose your place in the family of light because of a moment of human brokenness.

The love that holds you is stronger than the silence between you. Rest now.

The voice of shame is loud, but the light is deeper.