The Light That Stays While You Wait

The phone sits on the table, a small black mirror waiting to crack your reflection. You know the silence on the other end is not empty; it is heavy with the news you have been praying never comes.

The gathering dark brings this specific terror: that one ring will finally prove what you already fear, that you are too broken to be held together. But listen.

The light does not flinch at the sound of breaking. It entered the world knowing the worst news was coming, and it stayed.

The voice that speaks into your panic does not demand you be whole before it answers. It is the voice that says, 'Do not be afraid,' even as the storm rises.

You are not defined by the call you dread, but by the Presence that sits with you while you wait for it to ring.