Today, sunshine bathed the earth like a shining diamond. For far too long, we have lived under the spell of winter blues—skies the color of iron, and the steady drip of cold rain.
My little heart has been craving this kind of light—the kind that cuts through bone and soul and makes you come alive from whatever pit winter tucked you into.
Days like this whisper to me that perhaps I do need to move toward a warmer climate, where sunshine sings its song through the window of my eyes and straight into my soul.
And how beautiful it feels—how restorative—the warmth spreading across my chest, as if light itself were laying gentle hands upon me.
There is something deeply spiritual about light after a long gray season. “The Lord is my light…” (Psalm 27:1). Sometimes the sun itself feels like a small rehearsal of that promise.
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