Light in the darkness

Often, it seems that the setting sun is the harbinger of potential trouble at our house. Perhaps the demons seem more real at night or the quiet and still of the house makes the internal turmoil noisier and more intrusive.

At times, particularly on those tough nights, it's hard to remember that there will be light. It just seems so dark; so isolating - for the one battling the demons and the one watching.

And I know that sometimes that darkness is felt even in the broad light of day. Even the beautifully bright sunshine of a summer day can't chase away the gloom and the dark heaviness that we carry around. In our fatigue and worry, there seems to be no light. No hope.

But I am here to tell you that miracles happen - even if they're ordinary miracles like a day where a battle doesn't ensue over the swallowing of a small blue pill or where a meal is eaten without coercion. Maybe it's a little glimmer of insight or a brief hug, unsolicited.

I live for those little miracles. I watch for them, pray for them, express gratitude over and over when they happen. And I know that there is always hope - even if it's just a tiny little pinprick of light in a very dark night.

Hold on to the light

Even if it’s just a pinprick