sunshine streaming through window

When I sauntered downstairs this morning, this sight stopped me in my tracks. I rubbed my eyes, shook my head, blinked slowly…just to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me.

Was that…SUNSHINE?

I kid you not: I ran to the window and peered through the blinds like a weather detective hoping to catch a glimpse of blue sky before it disappeared into a dark alley. The ground was still wet from days and days of our bleary, dreary, chilly non-spring. But the grass was positively glimmering in the sun, beads of rain catching the light. Lovely, glorious, dazzling, mood-shifting, heart-happy light.

As I stood there, basking in the sunshine, I recognized that feeling: that swirl of relief, gratitude and longing for more. You know the one I’m talking about? It’s that moment when light finds you, surprises you, pulls you from the darkness. The first belly laugh in the shadow of deep grief. The first ray of hope from a doctor’s lips. The first paycheck after surviving without one. The moment the colicky baby stops crying.

Even as I type this, the clouds are rolling back in. But it’s okay. I needed this morning’s reminder that light always finds its way back to us – no matter how long or grave the storm. If you can’t see it today…hold on, love. It will be here soon. You’ll know it when you feel it.