The Light Lives in the Crack

The mask slipped for just a second. You said the thing that actually hurts, the thing that is true, and you watched their eyes glaze over as they waited for the entertaining version of you to return.

The room wants the performance. It wants the smile that costs you nothing and the story that fits neatly into a coffee break.

But the light does not live in the performance. It lives in the crack where the real you broke through.

They looked away because your honesty was too bright for their comfort, not because it was wrong. The truth you spoke was not a mistake; it was a glimpse of the glory that walks among us, full of grace and truth.

You do not have to sew the mask back on to be loved. The light saw you when you were real, and it did not look away.