The Light Does Not Balance Books

Tonight, you are doing the math again. Adding up the tears, the silence, the weight you carry, and calculating exactly how much your grief costs the people who love you.

You are convinced that if they knew the full price of your pain, they would walk away. But you are counting with a currency the light does not recognize.

There was a woman once who believed her past made her too expensive to be touched, too costly to be welcomed. Yet when she fell at his feet, he did not check her ledger.

He did not calculate the debt. He saw only the love that poured out.

The light does not balance books. It absorbs the cost.

You are not a burden to be managed. You are the very place where the light chooses to dwell.

Stop trying to pay for a seat at the table. The feast was already prepared for you.