This Little Light of Mine
On Monday, our usual grocery-delivery guy came in - I see him every week. He told me something I hadn't heard in a long time - "I love that you're always smiling and laughing. Like a little ray of sunshine."
I used to hear that all the time, and it would make me just shine even brighter knowing I'd somehow made someone else smile. Then two years ago everything fell apart with Honeybun's parents and mine fighting and the residual sludge of grudges held by them. Things calmed down, but those scars are still there, and my mother doesn't forgive quickly or easily - sometimes never at all.
All of that sludge had covered me up and weighed me down, and Honeybun and I have been working ever since to wash it off each other.
That comment is exactly what I needed. It's a sign that my light is still shining - it's just covered in a little dirt, but it's shining through the cracks again. Honeybun is shining a bit again too.
Maybe soon the rest of the grime will wash away and we'll be able to see the way again.