Running Before You Speak

The screen glows in the dark, a cold rectangle in your hand. You scroll past hundreds of names, faces frozen in time, and the silence in the room grows heavier with every thumb swipe.

You are looking for a voice that knows yours without needing an explanation, a place where you don't have to justify why you called at this hour. But the list ends, and the ache remains — the feeling that you are entirely unknown, even in a crowd of contacts.

There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off. He ran.

Before the apology, before the speech — he ran. You do not have to draft the reason for your call.

The light that lives inside you is already listening, and it needs no introduction to understand your heart. You are not invisible to the One who formed you in the secret place.