Friday Glimmers

It’s Friday.

And despite an excruciating week — one full of discouraging, disappointing situations — I can still choose to talk about the glimmers.

Because they were there. They’re always there, if I’m willing to look.

This week, I celebrated my son’s birthday. We had a baby shower at work for one of our teachers. A co-worker is getting married, and we got to celebrate her. On Saturday night, my wife, my son, and I went to the movies together. And when I needed a little morning pickup, I asked ChatGPT for a recommendation — and it delivered.

None of those moments erased the hard parts of the week. I’m not pretending the pain wasn’t real. But the glimmers were just as real.

That’s the thing about darkness — it doesn’t mean the sun is gone. We just can’t see it from where we’re standing. But it’s still there, doing its quiet, faithful work, sustaining life whether we notice it or not.

The glimmers are present. They’re true. They’re there.

We just have to choose to see them — even while we hold the painful reality in our other hand.

When life feels heavy, what helps you notice the small moments of goodness that are still present — and what gets in the way of seeing them?