The Spring Inside You Wells Up

The middle of the day is long when you are running on empty. You feel the terror rising—that your child will wake up, reach for you, and find nothing left to give.

As if love were a resource you could spend until it was gone. But listen: the light does not work like a battery that drains.

It works like the seed that grows while you sleep, all by itself, without your knowing how. You do not have to manufacture what you cannot find.

The Father who feeds the birds has already placed a spring inside you that wells up from the very depths. When you feel dry, you are not broken; you are simply being invited to stop striving and start receiving.

The light is not something you hold for them; it is something you are, even when you feel like dust.