Holy Stumbling in the Dark

The screen is bright, but the room is getting dark. You are staring at the words you just sent, wondering if they sound too desperate, too messy, too broken.

You imagine the person on the other end reading them and quietly judging the cracks in your voice. But listen — the light does not judge the tremble.

It leans in closer to hear it. There is a love that is not afraid of your hunger, a mercy that does not demand you clean up your sentences before you speak.

You are not too much for the One who made you. The silence on the other end is not rejection; it is simply space for you to breathe.

You do not have to earn the right to be heard. The Father's love is already listening, and it calls your stumbling speech holy.