The sun above the clouds

Picking up the front page these days isn’t exactly a sack of chuckles. Between the violence in France and the crime here on our own doorstep, it’s easy to get get overwhelmed. It’s as easy to have a grayer outlook than the cold misty January sky.

I know first hand.

Last night was one of the worst nights of my life. I’m dealing with some stuff that is pretty disappointing and heartbreaking — I had a moment late last night when I felt like I had been swallowed by darkness. I felt alone and pretty darn angry.

Yes, I have bad days, too.

But I fought back with love. Love for my kids. Love for being on this side of the grass. I reached out to some people who I know care for me and I told them how much they mean to me. I combatted selfishness with kindness. I smiled when I felt like screaming. I looked for beams of lights leaking through the cracks in the darkness.

And I found them.

This morning I’m looking out at the gray sky and I feel the warmth of the sun above the clouds. I am grateful I’ve been given another chance to make someone’s life a little better. Don’t know who yet. But I appreciate the chance. It’s my mission. It’s my purpose. And today, I’ll make it my passion.

Yazoo City’s own Zig Ziglar said it best, ” You can have everything in life you want, if you will just help enough other people get what they want.”

Amen, Zig.