The first rays of morning sun kiss the trees in the green space behind our home and the lilac bush in the yard and the green takes on a hue that is nothing short of brilliant. The right light makes all the difference.
I think of the words of a verse I had tacked to the wall above my workspace for years. Just for today . . . it began. I don’t remember the wisdom that followed but I know I leaned on it in a long, dark season.
And now, in this season where dark looks a little different but is no less threatening, the magic of a dawning day brings me back to centre. This. This is what I need.
Just for today I will hang on. I will trust. I will be still and know.