When Clarity Burns.

✨ When Clarity Burns

Right now, I’m seeing something I can’t quite explain —
a bright white light that carries heat with it.
Not just a glow. Not just brightness.
It’s intense. It’s alive. It almost burns.

My eyes are feeling hot. Not in pain, but in pressure.
It’s as if the light itself is touching me, not just lighting up the space around me.

Sometimes light comes to comfort.
But sometimes — like now — it comes with a kind of fire.

🔥 What Is This Light?

Is it revelation?
Is it purification?
Is it a sign that something unseen is closer than I realize?

I don’t know. But I’m feeling it deeply.
This isn’t a soft, golden, morning kind of light.
This is the kind of light that makes you stop.
Pause.
Look inward.

It’s not cold or distant.
It’s not artificial.
It’s pure.
It’s pressing.

And maybe that’s what I needed.

🌫️ Light Isn’t Always Easy

We often talk about walking toward the light.
But what happens when the light finds you — and it’s almost too much?

There’s no darkness right now, not around me.
But the intensity of this brightness almost feels like its own trial.
It’s hard to describe unless you’ve lived it —
when clarity gets too loud,
when awareness feels like a burning spotlight,
when presence becomes overwhelming.

And still, I choose to stay here with it.
Eyes open. Heart open.
Even if it’s too bright to see clearly.

📖 Scripture Reflection

“For our God is a consuming fire.”

— Hebrews 12:29 (KJV) 

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