The Light Behind the Glass

You caught your reflection in the shop window and didn't recognize the face staring back. The mask you've been wearing since morning slipped for a second, and the stranger underneath looked tired.

You have spent so long performing okayness that the real you has become a ghost in your own skin. But remember — you came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord.

That origin is still your truth, even when the mirror lies. The light is not the image you see in the glass; it is the one who sees.

Jesus stood before a woman caught in shame and asked where her accusers had gone — they had all left, and only the light remained. Neither do I condemn you.

Go now. The face in the window is just a shadow; the one looking out is the child of true Humanity, waiting to be known.