Stop Practicing for the Storm

The sun has dipped below the line, and the armor you wore all day is finally heavy enough to drop. You are rehearsing the exact words you will say if they wake up crying, terrified that one wrong syllable will push them further away.

You are trying to script a safety net for a moment that has not happened yet. But the light does not need your perfect theology or your polished comfort.

It was there before you found the words. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord, and that is where you will stand when the tears come.

You do not have to manufacture the right response; you only have to be the place where the light lives. The fear says you might break them with your silence; the truth says your presence is already enough.

Stop practicing for the storm and let yourself exhale into the quiet that is here right now.