The Light Inside Your Broken Place

The room was loud with their laughter, but you were quiet, holding the secret that felt like a stone in your throat. You smiled anyway, wearing the mask because it seemed safer than the truth.

But the light does not need your performance to see you; it saw you then, and it sees you now. There was a man born blind, and the people asked whose sin had caused it, looking for someone to blame.

The light answered: no one sinned. The blindness was just the space where the works of God would be displayed.

Your secret is not a disqualification. It is the very place where the light is waiting to shine through.

You do not have to carry the weight of the ruin alone. The mask can come off.

The light is already inside the broken place.