Christmas in LA January in WA 380

Not quite two months into a new year and so far I’ve suffered seemingly innumerable car, computer, internet and phone challenges – not to mention a round of feverish, gut-wrenching influenza that hit the whole family, including my husband who was visiting from LA.

2012 had ended on a distinctly positive note. All was well; there was momentum in my financial, business and personal spheres. All pistons were firing. And then…nothing.

We’ve all had times like these and it’s not uncommon to hear, or even to think, “this too shall pass.” But when you’re in the middle of it, it can be hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It can be hard to even believe there is a light when this sheer winteriness has seeped so deeply into your soul.

I still don’t see the light. But I know there is one, because, at this point, that is my job. On Mondays, I sit  at Crescent Moon Gifts in Tacoma, making myself available to serve others looking for some light. The rest of the week, I make myself available via phone, via internet or across my kitchen table.

I know there is light, even when I can’t see it or feel it because that is my faith and my stand. There is light for me. There is light for you. And if we can make our ways through our own dark nights, we will live to see it and bask in it and enjoy the warmth.

We just have to hold on and believe, even when our senses tell us otherwise. Because this too shall pass.