Your Surrender Is The Canvas

The morning light catches the edge of the mask you wore yesterday, and you wonder if taking it off has disappointed the people who loved your fight. They knew you when you were strong, when you were battling, when you were refusing to yield.

Now you have laid down your sword, and the silence feels like failure to them. But there was a man born blind, and his neighbors argued over who sinned to cause it.

Jesus looked at the brokenness and said: neither this man nor his parents sinned. This happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.

Your surrender is not a sin. It is the canvas.

The fight was the darkness; the stillness is where the light finally has room to work. You did not lose your value when you stopped striving.

You became visible.