The Light Waits Beneath Your Numbness

The mask feels heavy this morning, doesn't it? You smile at the right moments, you nod, you move through the motions, but inside there is only a quiet, terrifying numbness.

You wonder if this emptiness means you have finally lost the capacity to love, that the well has run dry and left you hollow. But listen — the light does not depend on your ability to feel it.

Jesus said, 'I am the light of the world,' and that light shines whether you sense it or not. Your numbness is not a verdict; it is just a season where the feelings have gone to ground.

The love you fear you lost is not a fire you must keep stoked; it is a presence that holds you even when you are cold. You are not your numbness.

You are the light that waits beneath it.