light

I love light! I always have. As a child, I can remember how much I looked forward to walking to the top of our driveway to look down on our decorated, lighted house at Christmastime.

These days, I drive through our downtown area, which is alight with beautiful holiday lights, on my way to the gym every morning. When it rains, the lights are especially beautiful, because of the reflection of light. It seems there are two or three times as many lights.

It reminds me of how God’s light has been reflected around me in these past five months. His light has multiplied…grown…glowed into unexpected places…lit up days that would otherwise be dark and lonely.

It also makes me think of my own life’s light. As Malcolm Muggeridge answered to the question of what he most wanted to do with the rest of his life: “I should like my light to shine, even if only very fitfully, like a match struck in a dark, cavernous night and then flickering out.”

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