The Father Runs to Meet Your Silence

The laugh caught in your throat just now, dying because there was no one to catch the echo. That sharp ache in your chest is not a sign that you are forgotten.

It is the hollow space where the light is waiting to resonate. There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, and before the apology could even form on the boy's lips, the father ran.

He ran to meet the silence. The light that lived in Jesus is already inside you, humming a song that needs no audience to be real.

You do not have to manufacture a response to prove you are held. The silence is not empty; it is full of a presence that hears the laugh before you even speak it.

The darkness has not overcome the light that laughs with you in the quiet.