Reaching Out From The Brokenness

The plastic in your wallet feels heavier than the groceries in your hand. You know the limit is reached, yet you stand in the line, hoping no one sees the quiet panic behind your eyes.

There was a woman who had spent everything she had for twelve years, yet she believed that if she could just touch the edge of a robe, she would be healed. She did not wait until she was whole to reach out.

She reached from the brokenness. The light does not ask you to fix the balance before it comes near.

It sees the debt, the fear, the shame—and it calls you daughter. You are not defined by what you owe.

You are defined by the One who holds you. The light is already inside the fear.