The Ghost of Cruelty Was Only Fear

The house is quiet now, but your mind is loud with the echo of your own voice. You replay the exact tone you used to say goodbye, convinced you heard cruelty where there was only fear.

In the dark, the memory distorts until you are certain you were the villain of your own story. But the light does not agree with your verdict.

Even when your heart condemns you, God is greater than your heart, and He knows everything—including the fear you mistook for malice. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world; if it does not shine, it is dark.

The thing you are afraid to bring forth—the truth that you were scared, not cruel—is the very thing that will save you. What you keep buried will destroy you, but what you speak into this silence will set you free.

The cruelty you heard was a ghost; the fear you felt was real, and it has already been held.