The Light Does Not Scorn The Dew

The sun is just breaking the horizon, and the light it brings does not ask the night to apologize for its darkness. It simply arrives.

You knelt this morning and the tears came—hot, uncontrollable, staining the silence between your words. And a voice inside whispered that this breaking was a failure of faith.

That if you truly believed, you would be dry-eyed and steady. But look at the dawn.

The light does not scorn the dew; it rests upon it. The Savior himself, standing before the tomb of a friend, wept.

He did not hold back his grief to prove his power. He let the sorrow fall because love feels the weight of loss.

Your tears are not the leakage of weak faith. They are the honest language of a heart that still knows how to feel.

The light is not afraid of your rain. It walks right into it with you.