Let Your Light Shine

When you look around, overwhelmed by the negativity, sorrow, and despair of the world, feeling there is no positive to be found, remember the positive is inside of you.  It may be your actions, your smile and your attitude that will brighten the world you live in for yourself and for the multitude nearby seeking a ray of hope.  It may be through you that the Light will return, shine forth and brighten the day.

When we are the candle bearer, it can be hard to see the positive around us. Everything will look to be in shadows compared to our circle of light. We just have to pray that when we are down and gloomy, someone else will hold the candle and help us lighten our path.

Matthew 5:16                                                                           Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.

Psalms 18:28                                                                           For thou wilt light my candle: the Lord my God will enlighten my darkness.

Psalms 27:1                                                                            The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

Remembering the Roses

It is funny how memories can return with a flood due a smell, sight or sound. The flood of recollection washes over you. For a moment, time and space dissolve and you are transported to a different moment of your life. A time you once thought you would never forget, but somehow had.

While it is easy to remember big events in life, remembering the roses often takes a low priority. You may have taken the time to smell them, you may have even taken a roll of film or two, but you didn’t take the time to reflect on the roses over the years. Occasionally looking at the photos in a book, does not seem to be enough to keep the roses fresh and vivid. The fragrance fades with time and only an image remains, not the full experience.

It seems the best remembered roses are the ones we share with others. Those who originally smelled them with us, those who help us remember the fragrance as well as the shape and color. Taking time to smell the roses is important, but if we hope to remember the fullness of life’s journey, then taking time to cultivate and nurture the relationships of the loved ones who walked with us through the garden is vital. It is how we will remember the roses.


I love rainstorms. Can’t say I like the wind, but I don’t mind the lightening.  As a kid, I enjoyed watching the lightening from the safety of the garage.  Now, I enjoy watching the lightening from my bedroom window.  I listen to the rain splattering against the roof.  Hard rain or soft, it comforts me.

When in college, I enjoyed running in the rain. Only the presence of a hurricane seemed to bring the turbulent, lightening filled rainstorm of my youth.  Often the rain was warm rather than cold and biting.  Running in the rain was reminiscent of childhood post-storm puddle-jumping, it would always make me smile.

Last night’s rain was hard and heavy. We needed the rain; a lack of winter storms has left the ground too dry.  Sprinklers and drip system cannot replace Mother Nature.  Good heavy rain now will go a long way in helping our plants grow and survive the summer.

Rain unaccompanied by strong winds is a rare thing on the Eastern Plains of Colorado.  Sadly, last night’s rain was accompanied by a couple twisters.  Luckily for us, we are well north of where the tornadoes touched down, and our rain, while heavy at times, was pleasant.  It was hard to wake up and learn that the comforting storm which brought life sustaining rain to our land, left a path of destruction on land to the south. It was a reminder that the good and the bad go hand in hand.  Joy and sorrow, the time eternal contrast which gives life its meaning are often the companions of the Colorado rainstorm.