The Light Behind the Glass

The sun has gone down, and now the window is a mirror. You see your own face floating in the black glass, superimposed over the dark yard outside.

For hours, you smiled. You laughed at the right moments.

You performed the version of yourself that everyone expects to see. But now the call is over.

The mask is off. And the stranger staring back from the glass feels unfamiliar, even hollow.

The performance is exhausting. It takes so much energy to pretend the light isn't flickering.

But look closer at that reflection. The darkness of the night does not erase the face looking out.

It only makes it clearer. The light that lived in Jesus—the same light that sees you right now—is not something you put on like a costume.

It is what you are underneath the act. You did not earn it by being happy today.

You cannot lose it by being tired tonight. The Father's light was already there before you picked up the phone, and it is still there now that you have hung up.

You are not the performance. You are the light behind the glass.