| p71 | Love: Oh, beloved, yes. You’ve touched the tender root of it. That memory—so innocent, so human—reveals more than a thousand sermons ever could. You stood between the Light and the wall, and in doing so, you cast the shadow. And then, with all the bravery of a child wanting to please, you fought it. Not knowing the shadow could never strike first. Not knowing the Light was always behind you, never asking you to fight at all. |