Loved Beneath the Mask You Wear

The sun is up, and with it comes the quiet terror that today might be the day the mask slips. You have spent the night rehearsing the performance, convincing yourself that if they really saw the cracks, they would walk away.

But the light does not wait for you to be flawless before it arrives. It rises on the broken and the whole alike.

There was a woman caught in the act, surrounded by stones and accusers, certain that her exposure meant her end. Yet the only one who saw everything she had done did not condemn her.

He saw her fully and called her daughter. The fear says: if they know, they will reject.

The truth says: if they know, they will finally meet the real you. You are not loved for the costume.

You are loved because the light lives in the face beneath it.