The Light Knows Who You Are

The morning light feels harsh when you are hiding something you believe is unforgivable. You walk through your day wearing a mask, terrified that if it slips, the people around you will see the truth and turn away in disgust.

But the light does not need your performance to find you. It came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord, and it knows exactly who you are before you ever speak a word.

There was a woman once who thought her past made her untouchable, yet the light looked at her and saw not a monster, but someone who had been forgiven much. It did not condemn her.

It simply said: go. The secret you carry is not strong enough to extinguish the light that lives inside you.

You are not what you hid; you are the light that holds it.