You are my sunshine; my only sunshine.  You make me happy when skies are gray.  You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.  Please don’t take my sunshine away. 

Do you ever forget that the sun is always “out?”  It doesn’t go away.  When the skies are dreary for days, we tend to lose sight of the fact that the sunshine is just above the clouds!  When it’s raining or snowing, storming or sleeting in the middle of the day…the sun is still above it all, yet, we forget.  Then, suddenly, as we’re walking outside or driving our cars at the onset of sunset, we see a small glimmer of the beauty that we managed to lose to the darkness;  an opening in the clouds where a bright and magestic ray of sunlight shines through with elegance towards an unknown destination in the distance, lighting everything it touches. 

Can you picture it?  I can.   It has happened many times, but most memorably, last month.   The sun had shone three straight days the last weekend in January, but cloud cover and bitter cold with random snowflakes that never seemed to land encompassed most of the following week…until that moment.  And I smiled.  I missed you, sunshine.  It was only days ago where I felt its power, but two and a half small days of darkness somehow made me lose sight of the obvious reality that you are always there, above the gray.  You are always there, above it all.  When I see darkness here, your light is just on the other side of this World.  How crazy is that? 

So, as I am sure that anyone who reads this blog might assume what this glorious revelation has led me to make a correlation between, and if not, let me tell you.  God.  My Prince of Peace.  My rock and my redeemer.  The one who though I may not see every day, is always there, hiding just beyond my insecurities, my worries, my selfish pride.  He is my sunshine.  The optimism at the core of my being.  The innocence that people seem to immediately recognize within me.  The one that I rudely, shamefully forget just because his light doesn’t shine on me every day…and yet, He is still faithful.  When I am nothing, He is gracious.  When I am wrong, He is merciful.  And when I do allow my eyes to open wide enough to see His light shining through the darkness upon me, upon this beautiful tapestry that He created…I am humbled.  I am humbled, because Jesus, my God and my savior, died for me, so that I could live to see.  So that anyone who seeks can have a hopeful future; an optimistism that only He can give.  He is a sunshine that waits for us to open our eyes…and when we do…nothing else will ever compare.