Light.
And a cool breeze.
Crisp, fresh air teased the sheers as they danced easily in the morning sunlight.
Yes, sunlight.
Before my head left the pillow the light had worked its magic.
It seems trite, but oh how this dose of morning sun lifted my spirits!
Walking, breathing in fresh, dry, crisp air...and turning my face to the sky...
Perfect way to start the day!
This week's moodiness, that had perfectly mirrored our gray, rainy days, disappeared.
My perspective changed.
Suddenly the beauty that I'd strained to find on rain drenched leaves seemed even more beautiful.
And important.
There'd be no green, no leaves {no life!} without this rain....
Now that it was gone - had done its work - I appreciated it. Admired it, even.
And I had to laugh a little at myself.
Because we've seen it written - there are poems and quotes and {I'm sure} lots of blog posts about this.
There are such well known, spiritual truths here.
Obvious truths.
Repeated truths.
I mean...there's "nothing new under the sun"...right?
Yet I had, once again, bemoaned the rain. Wallowed in the gloominess of it.
Until there was sun.
Until there was light to show me, to illuminate, all the good work that the rain had done.
Our darker days.
Our harder days.
When there is work being done.
When our souls are troubled, our characters are shaped, our minds are changed.
When anger grips us, or sadness overtakes us...or we are confused by all that life throws our way.
When there is work being done to us, or around us.
We forget.
I forget. I forget how good it will be when the light shines again.
And my perspective changes.
And I understand.
So, today - I am grateful for the light.
The sun light, and His light.
And vow, again, to always strive to seek out His light.
Whatever the weather.
Sharing the simple moments that
give us a glimpse of the bigger picture
as we navigate the day to day.
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