Held Before The Call Is Made

The phone is heavy in your hand, glowing with faces you love more than your own life. You are rehearsing the words that will break the silence, tracing the curve of a smile on a screen while your throat tightens.

The light does not ask you to be brave right now. It does not demand the perfect sentence or the steady voice.

It simply sits with you in the dark, watching you stare at the door you are afraid to open. You are not alone in this hesitation.

The One who knows your name is already in the room, holding the space between your finger and the glass. The call will happen.

The truth will be spoken. But for this moment, you are allowed to just breathe, knowing you are held even before the connection is made.