The Sun Rises Without Your Permission

The sun is up, and the mask is already on your face. You are terrified that if you stop moving for even one hour, the performance will end and everyone will see the fraud underneath.

But the light does not rise because the world earned it. It rises because it is the nature of the sun to shine.

Look at the flowers of the field — they do not labor or spin to deserve the morning. Yet not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.

Your worth is not a wage you must collect before breakfast. It is a gift that arrived while you were still asleep.

You do not have to prove you belong here. The light is already shining on you, simply because you are here.