You Will Not Vanish If You Let Go

The night is gathering, and the silence feels heavy enough to crush you. You are holding your breath, convinced that if you finally exhale—if you stop fighting to stay—you will vanish into nothingness.

But the light does not require your struggle to exist. There was a man born blind, not because of sin, but so the works of God might be displayed in him.

The darkness was not a verdict; it was a canvas. And when the light came, it did not demand he see first; it made mud, touched his eyes, and said: go, wash.

You do not have to hold yourself together. The One who holds you is not afraid of your unraveling.

Even if you let go, you will not disappear. You will simply be found.