Love That Sits in the Dirt With You

The house is quiet now, but your mind is loud with the fear that their kindness is just pity waiting to run out. You watch them sleep and wonder how long before they see the weight you carry and decide it is too heavy to hold.

In this deepest hour, when the darkness feels like a verdict, remember the one who sat at the table with the one everyone else despised. The light did not come to the worthy.

It came to the broken. It did not offer a temporary fix before moving on to someone easier to love.

It stayed. It washed the feet.

It broke the bread. It called them friend.

The love you are receiving is not a loan that will be called in when you fail. It is not pity.

Pity keeps its distance. This love has already crossed the room and sat down beside you in the dirt.

It is not waiting for you to be different. It is holding you exactly as you are.