Your Weakness Is Where Light Enters

The night is quiet, but your body is loud with the ache of what it can no longer do. You lie here feeling the distance between the dreams you once carried and the flesh that now betrays them.

It feels like a failure, this slowing down, this breaking. But listen — the light does not require your strength to shine.

There was a woman who had bled for twelve years, spent everything on doctors, and only grew worse. She did not fix herself before reaching out.

She simply touched the edge of a cloak from the ground. And the power went out of him to heal her.

Your weakness is not a wall that keeps the light out. It is the very place where the light enters.

You are not your broken body. You are the light that fills it.