Dark nights often give way to darker days. I woke this morning, sensing the invitation to confront the fears, uncertainties, and doubts that had dominated my sleep. The initial response of ignoring them with a deep breath had not led to quietness. In the silence of the night, I considered the Buddha’s quiet stance of reflection and purpose. I could sense the conflict within. As much as I wanted to call it out, “Pain and grief from dawn to dusk. Never a decent night’s rest. Nothing but smoke” (Ecclesiastes 2:23), I also wanted to honour my heart’s struggle by battling for my faith.
Life’s uncertainties are always with us. Death harshly reminds me of those I loved who are no longer with me. I miss their voices, laughter, and the assurance they gave me of being accepted. I wish I was able to share my love and admiration with them, if only for a time. We never properly said goodbye. I know my heart will always have a room reserved for them, even as I know it will remain empty until it is not.
Life’s opportunities are present in the moment I have now. I hear the calling to engage, even as I struggle to find hope and courage. The darkness of the night is a stark reminder of the coming dawn. I have the freedom to choose how I will respond. Even as I write in tears remembering those who are no longer with us, I can feel my resolve to make a difference with the time that I have. Every moment is a gift. Each relationship is an opportunity. I have the ability to care. I am empowered with the freedom to be kind and compassionate. What happens next is the story of my life revealed through words and actions.
I am thankful for how life continues to teach me through the easy and challenging events of the day. Each lesson is a moment of learning. The dawn calls me to put my lessons of the night into action. Now is the time.
