Stop Apologizing for Being the Light's Home

The house is quiet now, but your heart is loud with the apology you just whispered for taking up space. You shrink in the dark, sorry for the weight of your own body, sorry for the breath that keeps filling your lungs.

You feel like a mistake that needs to be corrected before morning comes. But listen — the light does not ask you to make yourself smaller to fit into the room.

It does not wait for you to earn the right to exist. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. You are not an intruder in your own skin.

You are the vessel where that life lives. The apology is a habit, but the presence is a fact.

Stop saying sorry for being the place where the light chose to dwell.