The Light Beneath Your Shaking Hands

The room is quiet now, but your hands are still shaking from the moment they reached for you. You froze.

Not because you didn't want to hold them, but because you were terrified your own brokenness might spill over and hurt them. In that paralysis, you felt like a danger to the very thing you love most.

But listen — there is a love inside you that is greater than your fear, greater than the tremor in your fingers. It is not your hands that define safety; it is the light that lives beneath them.

You came from that light, a drop sent into the world to illuminate, not to destroy. Even when you feel like a storm, the root of your nature is peace.

The voice in the dark does not ask you to be perfect; it only asks you to remember who you are before you reach out.