The Light Is Already Inside

The sun is up, but you are still carrying the weight of last night's fear. You checked the locks three times.

Maybe four. You told yourself it was carefulness, but deep down, you know it was terror.

Terror that your exhaustion made you careless. That you left a crack for the harm to slip through.

You wear the mask of the functional one today, smiling at work while your hands still remember the trembling of the latch. But listen — the light does not depend on your vigilance to keep the darkness out.

It was already inside the house before you checked the door. It was there in the room while you paced the floor.

You do not have to hold the boundary alone. The Father's love is the lock that cannot be picked, the light that no shadow can override.

You can put the mask down now. The harm cannot get in, because the light is already here.