Light Does Not Check Your Legs

The sun is rising again, and you are here to meet it, even though the body you wake up in feels like a stranger. You might be mourning the strength you used to have, or grieving the able body you were never given the chance to know.

That grief is real, and it does not vanish with the dawn. But look at the light coming through the window — it does not check to see if your legs work before it fills the room.

It simply arrives. The rising sun shines on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, guiding feet that may stumble into the path of peace.

Your worth was never tied to what your body could do, only to the light that lives inside it. You made it through the night.

That is enough.