Some days it’s hard.
Some days, when the ignorance of previous generations tempt me to respond in anger and snide remarks.
Some days, when the frustration of those I love leaves me helpless because I can’t take away their suffering.
Some days the flame sputters.
Those days, it takes a 5 year old.
A 5 year old who gets it.
Who knows I won’t allow him to light a candle, but doesn't let that stop him. He finds a toy. And brings it. “This is for you. Mommy, you are my friend.”
And I am rekindled.
I am the light. We are the light. The darkness will be driven out.
Light up our hearts. Light up the world.