It sit at the bottom of this day and look up.
It feels hard.
I read difficult emails, engage painful places in my own story, anticipate hard conversations.
Opening to joy lets sorrow in, also.
Sunday morning I took a walk, earbuds in, playlist on shuffle.
Josh Garrels Morning Light began to play.
It’s gonna be alrightJosh Garrels, Morning Light
Turn around and let back in the light
And joy will come
Like a birdie in the morning sun
And all will be made well
I turned around to this view.
It is what I hold as I look up today.
I choose to turn towards the light.
Grateful for the reminder of the joy to come.