Safe in the Hiding, Known in the Dust

You ran from their step so they wouldn't see the breaking. You closed the door and the shame came in faster than the tears.

You feel like a fraud for collapsing behind that lock, for hiding the true weight you carry while the world expects you to be the rock. But listen closely—the light does not demand your strength.

It sees the mother who fell apart. The Father ran to his son while he was still covered in the dust of his own failures, and He did not wait for the apology.

You are safe in the hiding. The shame is not the truth.

The truth is you are known, even in the quiet sobbing. The truth is the light is already there, holding you together piece by piece.