The Light Shines Through Your Cracks

The mask feels heavy this morning, doesn't it? You walk into the room already tired, carrying the weight of a performance you didn't choose but feel you must maintain.

You are certain everyone sees the fraud beneath the smile, the crack in the armor you work so hard to polish. But the light does not look at your face to decide if you are worthy.

It looks past the performance entirely. There was a man born blind, and the people around him argued about whose fault it was, desperate to assign blame for his condition.

The light stopped the debate with a single truth: neither this man nor his parents sinned. This happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.

Your brokenness is not a disqualification. It is the canvas.

The fraud you fear they see is just the place where the light is waiting to shine through. You do not have to be perfect to be held.

You only have to be real.