The Light Sees Your Trembling Hands
The mask you wear to keep moving is not arrogance—it is the armor of someone who has forgotten they are allowed to stop. You fear your silence looks like pride, but the light sees the tremor in your hands.
It knows you are not withholding love; you are running on empty. There was a moment when the light sighed before it spoke, feeling the weight of a closed-off world before it whispered, 'Be opened.' That sigh was not frustration—it was compassion for your exhaustion.
You do not have to perform wholeness to be held. The light does not need your strength; it needs your honesty.
When the mask slips, you are not rejected—you are finally seen.
Drawing from
Mark 7:34, John 21:15-17
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