It is the longest day of the year. Just nine at night. The birds are singing outside my window. It is still light out, just the gloaming hovering in the sky. Soon the fireflies will come out and sparkle across the forest and the lawn. They blink on and off, off and on. The blinking light is the fireflies mating call. They show their light, attract their mate, and blink off into the night time to mate and flicker.
How do you show the world who you are? How do you sparkle? What is it that flickers inside of you, ignites you to become who you are destined to be? What glimmer of light, seen from across the field, do you beckon with, do you draw to you, what is yours, do you call in the height of summer, the longest day, and shout to the heavens, with your quiet flickering light, that you are here.
