The Light Remains When Belief Breaks

The sun is coming up, and for the first time in years, you do not know how to pray. The words you used to hold onto feel like ash in your mouth.

You are wondering who you are if you are not the person who believed those things. But listen — the light did not leave when the belief broke.

It was never tied to your ability to get the words right. The rising sun comes to shine on those living in darkness, not to scold them for being there.

You are not defined by the faith you lost, but by the light that remains even when you cannot name it. The kingdom is not a building you walked out of; it is the ground you are standing on right now.

You are still here. And that is enough.