Look For It

Every morning her face peeks over the edge of the mattress inches from my own. She wipes sleep from her long lashes and squeaks in her two and half year old voice, "Mama, the sun's awake."

I pull her into the bed and snuggle her under covers squinting my eyes against the light trickling between the blinds. The light always finds it's way in.

She's always the first to point out the moon hanging lazily in the summer sky.  Light in the darkness. She's a born light chaser.

When did our eyes get so weak? When did we stop waiting for the light to appear to drive back the darkness?

 “There is a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in.”
― Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968

At some point we became terrified of the cracks.  God isn't terrified of our cracks. He sees them and pours mercy anew with the morning light.

My daughter sees the light all around. She waits for it. She knows it emerges everyday and she's never surprised at it's appearance only joyful to catch the glow. Her approach is simple.

Look for it.

It's that simple. We start there. Chasing light begins with finding the subtle glow. Rays coming through feather thin curtains, eyes bright like a child.

Do you see it? The sun's awake. It's time to get out of bed and chase it.

{Tomorrow we're going to explore how the ugly in our stories threatens our ability to see the light.}

 {Here's a little tune by Christa Wells that reminds me to look for the light}


Use hashtag #chasinglight to share where you've seen the light peeking through in your darkness today.