You Are Breaking Open Not Broken

The sun is up, and the light it brings does not hide your shaking hand; it reveals it as the very place where life is returning. You fear that when others see this tremor, they will read it as a verdict: broken beyond repair.

But the rising sun knows better. It knows that the hand which trembles is often the hand that is waking up, stretching after a long sleep, reaching for the first cup of the day.

There was a man who had not stood upright in eighteen years, bent double by a spirit that pressed him down until he could see nothing but the dust. The light saw him in the crowd, called him forward, and said, 'Woman, you are set free.' Immediately, she straightened up.

The first thing she did with her new freedom was to lift her hands and praise God. The trembling you feel is not the evidence of your ruin.

It is the sensation of muscles that have been asleep for a long time suddenly being asked to hold the weight of a new morning. The light does not demand a steady grip before it offers its own.

It meets you in the shake. It holds the cup while your hand learns how to be still again.

You are not broken because you are trembling. You are breaking open.