Embraced in the Bitterness of Resentment

This is the hour when reverence curdles into resentment, when the love you wanted to give turns into a bitter cry against the one you long to adore. You are not alone in this deep place where praise feels impossible and the silence feels like judgment.

There was a father who ran to his son before the speech, before the forgiveness, before the feast; he ran while the boy was still covered in the filth of the road.

The light does not wait for your reverence to be perfect; it waits in the resentment right where you are, greater than the anger that has taken root in your heart. You do not need to clean the bitterness before the embrace.

The One who is with you always is not offended by your honest cry, because that cry is the very place where the light is already holding you.