“This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,
let it shine, let it shine, let it shine!”
Day after day I used to sing this song to my daughter while in the bathtub and as she sat on my lap as I tied her shoes each morning. Honestly, when I really think about it, I was always singing or humming this song.
I wonder if this gentle reminder was for her or more for me…
But once her sweet little voice began to sing along with me, while holding up her cute little finger, as the light, I knew there was always going to be a shining light within my world.
My sweet girl became my light.
The daily moments, filled with innocence, where the hardest decision was which flavor of ice cream to choose at the store were beautiful blessings.
Life was simple and the little finger of light sparkled all around!
As I scrolled through my camera roll this morning, I was reminded of my little girl in the annual Christmas pageant many years ago, shining her light.
Why isn’t life feeling so light-hearted right now?
Where has the once dazzling light that surrounded me gone?
I think my light is tired, on a low flicker,potentially about to go out.
But then I remind myself that I always have a light deep within me.
I know my light is not far from reach, but the weight and heaviness I feel some days, while I read about possibly shutting down again mixed with wondering what path this pandemic is on, causes a dull shimmer, not the blazing light I desire.
I know I just need to reach out and find the glimmer of hope, that is deep rooted within my soul.
As my little girl found her light when it was hiding under the bushel, maybe together, we can allow our inner magical light to shine, and together the darkness will lift all around.
“Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine!”