You Are the Light's Chosen Home

The mask is heavy this morning, isn't it? You walk into the room smiling, performing okayness, terrified that if people saw the real you, they would wish you were gone.

You carry the quiet fear that your very presence is a burden to everyone who knows you. But listen — the light does not see a weight.

It sees a child it chose before the world began. You did not choose the light; the light chose you.

It reached for you first, not because you were easy to love, but because you are its own. The voice inside you that says you are too much is not the final truth.

God is greater than that accusing heart. The light is not tired of you.

It is making its home inside you, right now, in the middle of your performance. You are not a burden to the One who holds you.

You are the place where the light decides to live.