The Light Loves Your Stutter

The water is still running, but your mind is already in tomorrow's room, rehearsing every sentence until the tone is perfect. You are trying to armor your voice against the crack, the shake, the moment the truth slips out.

But the light does not need your performance to be present. It is already sitting in the chair across from you, waiting for the meeting to start.

You do not have to hold the conversation together; the One who holds you is already there. The script you are writing in the steam is heavy, and you were never meant to carry it alone.

Put the words down. The light knows what you will say before you say it, and it loves you in the stutter just as much as in the speech.