Blessed by the Dark Night
Blessed is the dark night because it strips away every illusion I once mistook for God. It takes what cannot last, so that what is eternal can finally be seen. Blessed is the dark night because it ends the performance. No more praying to be impressive, no more faith as achievement. Only the raw, unadorned truth of being held when I can no longer hold myself. Blessed is the dark night because it teaches discernment. When every familiar light goes out, I learn which small flames were idols and which silence was God. Blessed is the dark night because it reveals my attachments— not to shame me, but to free me. What I cannot release willingly is gently taken from my hands so they can open again. Blessed is the dark night because it purifies love. Not the sentimental love, not the bargaining love, but the love that remains when nothing is left to bargain with. Blessed is the dark night because it grows a deeper trust— not in outcomes, not in feelings, but in the One who walks unseen b...