The Light Does Not Run From You

Tonight, the house is quiet enough to hear the fear whispering that if anyone saw the real you, they would run. You have become an expert at editing yourself, hiding the broken parts behind a mask you hope no one notices.

But the light does not run from what it sees. There was a woman once, caught in the act, dragged into the center of a crowd to be judged and stone-cold rejected.

The light bent down, wrote in the dust, and when the accusers left, he did not condemn her either. He saw the worst thing she had ever done and told her to go in peace.

The terror says you must be perfect to be kept. The truth says you are already known, and you are still here.

What you hide to protect yourself is the very thing the light is waiting to hold.