Light

When the sun comes out my mood lifts exponentially.  Lucky for me I live in the Pacific Northwest where there are almost always gray skies.

Wait.

I have felt like a million little things are weighing me down.  One at a time they aren't that big of deal but added all together, I have been grumbly and cranky and downtrodden.

Yesterday I was preparing to go visiting teaching to my friend Carli.  (Visiting teaching is a Mormon thing.  We are assigned a few women to look after.)  Carli is days away from giving birth so she may feel a little figuratively (and literally) weighed down herself.  The message I was to share was about Jesus Christ and how He is the Light of the world.  I think it is a perfect description.  Light illuminates, it warms, it brings life and (for me) happiness.

My partner was there too when I was chatting with Carli.  She is having her own trials.  Big ones.  Things like a gravely ill family member and a wall needs to be replaced in her house.  I shared my little message and just like light reaches everything when the sun shines, I felt like it was applicable to us all.

Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world:  he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.

John 8:12

Our conversation shifted and we talked about the fact that it is when we think we can't take it anymore that we turn most often heavenward.   We talked about how we are taught that we won't be tried beyond what we can handle but sometimes it seems we are being tried beyond what we can handle.

Maybe that happens so we will turn heavenward.

I appreciated the reminder to seek the light.  More light is what I need.  Always.