Your Joy Is Not A Betrayal

The morning light feels like an accusation against the grief you carry. You laugh at a joke, and the guilt crashes in immediately after — as if joy is a theft from the one you lost.

But the light does not demand that you freeze your heart in permanent mourning to prove your love. There was a man born blind, and everyone assumed his darkness was a punishment for someone's sin.

Jesus said no — neither this man nor his parents sinned. This happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.

Your happiness is not a betrayal. It is the display.

The light sighs over your pain, not to condemn you for surviving, but to invite you into the very thing you fear: life. Go home to your own house and tell them how much the Lord has done for you.

The one you love would not want your silence. They would want your song.