The Light Meets Them in the Broken Places

The house is quiet now, but your mind is loud with the fear that your child will inherit the very brokenness you tried to hide. You have spent years burying your scars, convinced that if they never see the wound, they will never feel the pain.

But the light does not require your perfection to protect them. There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.

He did not wait for the speech. He did not wait for the apology.

He ran. Before the son could explain his failure, the father's arms were already around him.

The broken parts you fear passing down are not the end of their story. They are the very places where the light will meet them, just as it met you.

You are not giving them your damage. You are giving them the testimony of what happens when the light finds the damaged.

The terror says they will break like you did. The truth says they will be held like you are.