Held Before You Speak
The words are ready in your throat, but they won't come out. You stare at the back of the one you hurt, rehearsing the apology that dies before it reaches your lips.
The silence feels like a wall you built yourself, brick by brick, out of fear. But the light is not waiting for a perfect speech.
It saw Nathanael under the fig tree before he ever spoke a word of faith. It sees you in this quiet terror, knowing exactly what you are trying to say.
You do not have to finish the sentence to be held. The love is already there, sitting in the dark with you, waiting for the courage to simply begin.
Drawing from
John 1:48, Gospel of Thomas 51
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