The Love Is Already The Ground

The phone buzzes in your pocket, or you think it does. A phantom vibration for a name that hasn't appeared all morning.

You perform the okayness required at work, smiling while the silence screams in your hand. But the light sees behind the mask you wear for the office.

It saw Nathanael under the fig tree before Philip ever called him. It knows the exact weight of the silence you are carrying right now.

The kingdom is not a distant place you must earn by being chosen first. It is inside you, spread out upon this very desk, hidden in plain sight.

You are looking for a sign that you are loved, but the love is already the ground you are standing on. The waiting does not mean you are forgotten.

It means the light is holding you in a space where you can finally hear your own name spoken without an audience.