The Light Sees Only You
The morning light is bright enough to show you are clean, yet your skin still remembers the spill. You shift in your seat, convinced the dampness is visible, certain the stain has a scent that betrays you to the room.
It is a phantom weight, a ghost of the accident that feels more real than the dry fabric beneath your hands. But the light does not see what you fear is there — it sees only the person sitting in the chair, whole and present.
The darkness of your shame tries to name you by a spill that is long gone. The light names you by the truth that remains.
You are not the accident. You are the light that walked through it and survived.
Drawing from
1 John 1:7, Mark 5:34
Verses
1 John 1:7, Mark 5:34
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