Love Runs Toward You in the Dark

Tonight, as the light fades and the day gathers itself into shadow, a quiet fear may rise—the worry that the good things you hold are fragile, that they could be taken away. But consider the father who ran to his son while he was still a long way off, covered in the dust of a forgotten road.

That embrace happened before the apology, before the speech, before the son even knew if he was safe. --- The love that holds you is not waiting for you to prove you are worthy of keeping it.

It is already running toward you, even now, in the gathering dark. No one can snatch you from the hand that has already found you.

The good you carry is not yours to keep by your own strength; it is held by the one who made the light in the first place. Fear is just the shadow of a heart that has forgotten who is holding the match.