The Light Runs Toward Your Exhaustion

The mask feels heavy this morning, doesn't it? You smile at the right moments, you nod, you carry the weight of everyone's expectations while your own bones feel like dust.

And underneath the performance, a quiet panic whispers: if they saw how tired you really are, they would stop loving you. They would see the exhaustion as a burden too great to bear.

But listen — the light does not love you for your strength. It loves you because you are its own.

There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, covered in the filth of failure and fatigue. He did not wait for the boy to clean up.

He ran. Before the apology, before the speech — he ran.

Your weariness is not a reason for the light to leave. It is the very reason it draws near.

You do not have to perform worthiness to be held. The light sees behind the mask, and it does not flinch.

It stays. Your exhaustion is not a burden to the One who carries the world.