She didn’t know what to say. So much of what she had known felt lost in the current of the things of the present. She get as though she were only living. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Just living. 

Just being. 

It was sad, she thought, to only live and not to live fully. But that world didnt belong to her. It wasn’t for her. It was clearly for someone else. 

Once there was a dream. A future full of possibility. 

But as she sat there, alone, and pondering she realized that all that had faded. That when she looked at the future there was no dream, no possibility. She knew it could be there, that it probably was, but she just could not see it. It was cloudy and gray. 

But the past! Oh, the past! She loved to revel in the past! Of the joy felt and the passions pursued and the stories made. And she longed for the past. 

So she sat where she was. In the here and now and look around her for some sort of light. When none could be found, she lowered her head and something caught her eye. 

A light. 

There. 

She saw it. 

Small as it was, it was there, and it was familiar. She knew it had always been there. That it it had been given to her long ago. It keeps her warm and guides her along in the darker times, and is what gives the brighter days their light. 

She’d shared it so much with others that hers is just a litter smaller than she’d like it to be. 

But it’s hers. And she loves her gift. She knows that as small as the little light gets, it will never extinguish because she knows who gave it to her. And she knows He is yesterday today and forever. 

And big or small, bright or dim, she’s going to let it shine.