hard to see the shine (sols)
“Mom, do you have a flashlight I can borrow? I lost my Beyblade in the basement,” Sam called clomping up the basement steps.
I handed over my phone and he quickly tap-tap-tapped to the flashlight app. He wiggled the phone, trying to spot the beam in the kitchen where the afternoon sun streamed in.
“It’s not working,” he said.
“Are you sure? I left the half chopped broccoli and bent down beside him. He wiggled the phone again, attempting to spot the beam. “May I see it?” I asked.
“Just a minute,” he double checked the screen. The beam should be shining. He turned the phone around and we both jumped back from being blinded by the beam. Ouch!
“Oh yeah, it’s working,’ he said, then giggled. “Sorry Mom for hurting your eyes. Sometimes it’s just hard to see the shine in the light.”
Sam went to rescue his toy and I’m left with his words echoing through my mind.
Sometimes it’s hard to see the shine in the light.
When he took the flashlight into the dark basement it was easier to see the shine. I think the same is true for us. It is easier to see people shine in darkness, in hard times, in difficulties, than it is in the light times.
I’m reminded I am called to shine even in the hard times. It’s not just about good cheer, but about joy that goes beyond the circumstances.
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