Let Your Accent Land

The house is quiet now, but your mouth is still working overtime. You caught yourself mid-sentence tonight, sanding down the rough edges of your accent, softening the words that sounded too much like home and too little like them.

It is a exhausting performance, this constant editing of your own voice to fit into a room that wasn't built for your frequency. But listen — the light does not ask you to translate yourself to be loved.

There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world. That light speaks in your native tongue, in the rhythm you were born with, before you ever learned to hide.

If you do not shine, it is dark. So let the sentence finish the way it started.

Let the accent land. The One who made you knows the sound of your voice better than you do, and He is not asking for a performance.

He is waiting for the person behind the mask to finally come home.