When Your Words Feel Like Ash

The sun is up, and someone has asked you to speak for them. To lead.

To offer words when your own mouth feels full of ash. You stand there, terrified that your voice will crack and reveal the emptiness underneath.

But listen — the light does not need your eloquence. It only needs your honesty.

There is a promise that if you ask, you will receive; if you seek, you will find. Not a performance.

Just a door opening for the one who knocks. You do not have to manufacture the water.

You only have to admit you are thirsty. The Father knows you are dry before you say a single word.

And in that admission, the ash becomes soil. The light was already speaking through your silence.