The Light Arrives Before You Are Ready

The phone buzzes on the nightstand, and in that split second, you choose silence over the question you cannot bear to answer. You let it go to voicemail because admitting you are not okay feels like admitting defeat before the sun is even up.

But look at the window. The light is arriving anyway.

It did not wait for you to pick up the call. It did not wait for you to say you were ready.

The rising sun comes from heaven to shine on those living in darkness, guiding feet that are still trembling from the night. You made it through the dark.

That is enough. The light is not asking for your performance today; it is simply waiting for you to open your eyes and see that it has already found you.