You Are Full of Light Even Now

The sun is going down, and with it, the armor you wore all day finally drops. You are terrified that if they saw the hollowed-out place where your strength used to be, they would turn and walk away.

But the light does not measure your worth by what you can produce before the clock strikes eight. It sees the secret giving—the love you poured out when no one was watching, when your left hand did not know what your right was doing.

You think you are empty because the well is dry, but you are mistaken. The Father's eye is healthy, and your whole body is full of light even now, even in this exhaustion.

You do not have to refill yourself to be loved. You only have to let them see the tiredness, and stay.