In moments of darkness, we become intimately connected with our fragility - our need for help- and in turn we learn a lot about our strengths and limitations. We learn about the people in our corner. We learn about our own responses to pain and difficulty. We learn about the things that actually matter to us. And we learn that without the hard and painful, we wouldn't be as grateful for the pieces of light.
I am beginning to believe that we can hold both in our hands - the lovely things and the hard things. I can mourn with other humans, locally and globally, about their pain, political unrest, war torn communities, resettlement, and more, while still soaking in the joy of my daughter's first goal at a Saturday morning soccer game. I can do my part in practically loving our community through advocacy, generosity, and walking with broken friends, family, and neighbors, while still playing badminton at family gatherings and joining in the heckling and competitive fun.
I am trying to engage with the darkness - because I know how light can shine even brighter in it's midst.
I also know we can't do it by ourselves. So I'm learning to take the basket when it's offered to me.
We don't need to carry everything.