Life moves in seasons, not just on the calendar but in our hearts. Some are bright and easy – full of laughter, movement, and new beginnings. Others feel heavy, marked by waiting, grief, or uncertainty. For me, the dark seasons often feel endless. Infertility, loss, and the ache of what could have been have a way of stretching time and dimming joy.
And yet, I’ve learned something important: even in the dark, there are places where light breaks through. Sometimes it’s subtle, sometimes it’s fleeting, but it’s there. Reminders that we are not completely lost in the shadows.
🌿 Light in the Ordinary
The first sip of coffee in the morning.
The warmth of sunlight streaming across the floor.
The sound of laughter in the middle of a hard day.
These moments may seem small, but in dark seasons, they shine brighter. Ordinary things become lifelines, grounding reminders that life still holds goodness. I’ve started paying attention to them more intentionally, keeping a “light list” in my journal. Writing them down helps me notice what I might otherwise overlook.
☕ People as Light-Bearers
Sometimes the light comes through people. A test message from a friend at just the right time. A coworkers who quietly covers your shift so you can rest. A partner who holds you when you cry without asking you to explain.
These gestures don’t erase the pain, but they remind us we’re not walking through it alone. During my own hard seasons, my husband has been that light for me – steady, compassionate, patient. And I’ve realized that one person’s presence can illuminate even the darkest spaces.
🌸 Light in Rituals
Rituals also bring light, not in grand gestures, but in simple, grounding practices. Lighting a candle at night. Taking a walk as the sun sets. Reading a few pages of a book before bed. These aren’t solutions, but they are anchors. They remind me that I can still create pockets of peace, even when life feels chaotic or uncertain.
I’ve learned that it’s okay to cling to small rituals. They don’t mean we’re ignoring the darkness, they mean we’re giving ourselves spaces to breathe within it.
🌙 The Light We Carry Within
The hardest but most powerful lesson has been realizing that sometimes the light has to come from within. It’s choosing to believe that the story isn’t over. It’s holding onto hope, even when it feels fragile.
This doesn’t come easily. There are days when I want to give up, when the shadows feel stronger than the light. But in those moments, I remind myself: even a tiny spark still matters. A candle in a dark room changes everything.
🌱 Embracing Both
Finding light doesn’t mean pretending the dark isn’t there. Grief, loss, and waiting are real, and they deserve to be acknowledged. But so does the light. Both can coexist. Both can shape us.
And maybe that’s the beauty of it, even in the hardest seasons, life still offers us glimpses of goodness, reminders of resilience, and sparks of hope.
✨ Closing Reflection
If you’re walking through a dark season, I hope you know you don’t have to force joy or minimize your pain. Let yourself feel it. But also, don’t be afraid to notice the light that still shines. It may be small, it may be fleeting, but it matters.
Sometimes it’s enough to simply look for the next spark.
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen