Be the Sunshine That Peeks Through the Clouds

When I was a little girl, one of the many names my dad called me was Sunshine. Life didn’t always bring sunshine in our home, but I tried to see the rays through the clouds. It was my mission in this thing called life. This was a trait that my dad both loved about me and one that annoyed him to no end.

At this time of the year, I tend to think about him more than usual, but I try really hard to remember the good memories. Being called Sunshine is one of those. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s the only person who has ever called me that. 

Clouds Can’t Take Away the Day 

Isn’t life crazy how some days you’re feeling so blessed and can’t contain all of the wonderful things happening all around you, then the next moment you are covered in clouds and can barely see the sun?

Not going to lie, this Sunshine has felt a bit cloud-covered of late. No pity please; that’s part of life. In fact, even on cloudy days, it doesn’t change the fact that it’s still daytime. In other words, clouds don’t kill all of the light; it just looks and feels a little different. 

I’m not entirely sure why I’m sharing all of this, but as I visited with educators and students this past week, I couldn’t help but feel their sunshine being covered by clouds, as well. 

It melts me to see so many hurting. So many open wounds that need a bandage. So many people who desire words of encouragement. So many who are searching for a tiny ray of sunshine.

It’s in these moments I remember my purpose–my why. It’s the same one I had as that little freckle-faced redheaded girl–be the Sunshine that strives to peek through the clouds. 

Clouds can’t take away the day. The sun is big, bright and bossy. Does it allow a sky full of clouds to steal the day? No way.

There is still light that leaks through and enables us to see the many beautiful things around us. 

The many blessings in our lives,

The good in others, and

The ones whom we love so dearly.

Be the Sunshine That Peeks Through the Clouds

When visiting with many around me who seem to be overwhelmed by the gray skies of life, I realized I had to do something. I couldn’t wait or search for someone else to bring the light. It seems like when I do such, I always turn up empty-handed.

I couldn’t hide behind the clouds and let the tears fall like a downpour either. I had to be bold and remember my role–the one inspired by my favorite nickname–be the Sunshine that peeks through the clouds. Not only does it provide a little light to those around, but it also gives me hope. A sky full of clouds can’t steal my light. I was meant to bring Sunshine.

If the dog-days of winter are clouding your life and you can’t seem to find the light–be the sunshine. 

Thanks, Dad. Although you’re not here to witness it, that little nickname still gives me hope in this thing called life.