Early this morning when I awoke and came downstairs, a beautiful beam of morning sunlight was focused only on a photograph of me and my Little Guy…….I think it was St. Lucy’s light, telling me that Little Guy was in her arms…….
I raced for my camera, turned it on, but the charge was dead. I guess some things will not be “captured”……..some things must be believed, like faith and St. Lucy.
In a very dark room, sunlight filtered in and brightened my heart and day……….
St. Lucy is the Saint of light……today is her Feast Day.
When the day comes and a beautiful beam of light appears at the end of a tunnel, it is my heart’s wish that Little Guy and all the others will be waiting.
Light to everyone,