The Light That Runs Before You

The sun is up, and you are still here, carrying the heavy belief that you have wasted every ounce of love given to you. You look at the morning light and feel like a mistake that survived the night.

But the light does not calculate your worth based on your productivity or your past failures. It simply arrives.

It shines on the fields without asking the flowers if they earned their bloom. You are not a debt to be repaid.

You are a child to be held. The Father sees you coming while you are still covered in the dust of your regret, and he runs.

Before you can apologize, before you can explain why you feel so useless, he is already embracing you. The morning is not a demand to prove yourself.

It is an invitation to receive the one thing you cannot earn: the light that lives inside you, waiting to be remembered.