The Account Is Closed By Mercy

The sun is up, but your mind is still in the dark, tallying every wrong turn from yesterday. You are carrying a ledger that no one else is reading.

The people you hurt have moved on, forgiven, forgotten — while you are still standing in the courtroom of your own making, acting as both the accused and the judge. But the light does not keep score.

It sees the tears you wiped away before anyone noticed, the love that broke through your clumsiness. Your heart condemns you, but God is greater than your heart, and He knows the whole truth — not just the mistake, but the mercy that already covered it.

Put down the pen. The account is closed.

The morning is not here to remind you of what you did; it is here to show you who you are now.