Your Questions Are Held By Light

The sun is rising, and with it comes the fear that your questions from the night were too sharp, too honest, too close to blasphemy to be forgiven. You worry that by asking 'why' you have disqualified yourself from being loved.

But listen — the light does not fear your doubt. It is not threatened by your confusion.

There is a man who asked, 'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' and the sky did not fall. The love did not leave.

The Father heard the cry of abandonment and held it close. Your questions are not a wall between you and the light.

They are the very ground where the light meets you. You are not unworthy because you are honest.

You are beloved because you are real. The dawn does not judge the night for being dark; it simply arrives to fill it.

You are still here. And that means you are still held.