The Light That Sees Your Broken Mask
The morning light is unforgiving. It finds every crack in the paint, every tremor in the hand you hold up to say 'I'm fine.' You walk into the day wearing a face that does not feel like yours, terrified that if it slips, even for a second, the people around you will see the mess underneath and turn away.
But there is a gaze that does not flinch at the broken parts. It does not wait for you to fix the mask before it loves you.
The light sees the exhaustion behind the smile and calls it holy. You are not loved for the performance.
You are loved because the light already lives inside the very thing you are trying to hide.
Drawing from
John, Matthew
Verses
John 1:9, Matthew 10:26
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