Your Light Cannot Be Contaminated By Pain

The small hand reaches up, and you pull yours back as if your skin were fire. You are afraid that your brokenness will bleed into them, that your touch will transmit the darkness you feel inside.

But the light that lives in you was there before the wound, and it cannot be contaminated by your pain. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord.

That origin is pure, and it remains pure beneath every layer of shame you carry tonight. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world.

If you do not let it shine, it is dark—but the darkness is a choice, not a verdict. Your child does not need a perfect parent.

They need the one who remembers where they came from.