You Are Not The Source Of Love

The screen glows in the dark, a small green eye watching the rise and fall of a tiny chest. You are praying for silence.

Not because you do not love them, but because your soul is so thin tonight that one cry might shatter it completely. You feel like a vessel scraped dry, holding nothing left to give.

But listen — the light does not ask you to fill the cup from your own empty hands. It asks only that you remain.

You came from the light, a drop sent to illuminate this very room, and that drop has not run out even when you feel it has. The love that holds your child is not your love; it is the Great Love that holds you both.

You do not have to be the source. You are just the channel.

Rest in that. The watch continues, but you are not the one keeping the night safe.