The Light Lives in the Broken Place

The mask feels heavy this morning, doesn't it? Like you have to sand down the edges of your own mind just to fit inside the room.

You feel the pressure to choose: be sane and lose your faith, or keep your faith and pretend the pain isn't real. But the light does not ask you to break yourself to enter.

There was a man born blind, and the people around him argued over whose fault it was—was it his sin? His parents?

A punishment? Jesus stopped the debate cold.

He said this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him. Your struggle is not a verdict against you.

It is a canvas. You do not have to hide the cracks to be holy.

You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord. That origin cannot be erased by a diagnosis or a doubt.

The mask is for the world. The truth is for you.

You are not choosing between your mind and your soul today. You are learning that the light lives in the very place you thought was broken.