Sunshine seems to seep into the deep inner corners of my soul. It radiates outwardly and brings forth joy, smiles, and motivation.
Even on frigid days if the sun is bright and the sky is a brilliant blue, I am tempted to ski, stroll, build snowmen, make snow angels, chase someone, throw snowballs, laugh, run, and feel blessed for a bluebird day.
When the sun hides deep behind dreary grayness for days on end and then peeks out from behind the bleakness, rays of hope spring-forth from the brightness. A small inner cache of joy streams warmth, optimism, and hope.
Thankfulness radiated from a grateful heart this afternoon as I sat and witnessed the Bering Sea struggling to rise and fall despite the frigid, harsh air and heavy, slushy sea water mixed with ice and snow. The tides continued, as they must, fighting a gallant battle to unsuccessfully reach the shore.
My soul cried out with thankfulness. My spirit grasped joy from the preciously, secret cache stashed in the depths of my soul. Tears struggled and resisted the cold as I allowed the joy and sunshine to cradle me, it’s waves breaking free the weight of bleakness and despair from the many hours of sunless days.
My joyful soul and the Bering Sea, for those short moments in time, entwined in unison as we breathed in God’s glory. We thanked God for his eternal light and joy; we praised God for holding us in his arms as we calmed our struggles. Together we bowed humbly but boldly as He whispered “I Am!”
