Light

It's raining buckets right now, and the light is dim. I don't mind because we need the rain desperately. I'm thankful. It's making a cool splashing sound on the pool deck as it flows off the roof. A croaking frog is singing by the front porch. They're all down with the wet change in weather. It's evident in their choral eruptions.

I'm writing about rain right now, but that's not the thought lurking around in my mind. The thread is light, the word light, the thought light, the concept light. "Let your light so shine before men." "I am the light of the world." "This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine." "Boom. Boom. Out go the lights." "Where were you when the lights went out? In the dark."

There's a darkness that prescribes itself as light. Be careful. Light glows; it permeates; it warms; it springs forth color. It's fluid. It's satisfying. It's growth producing. It's natural."For all who do evil hate the light and do not come to the light, so that their deeds may not be exposed. But those who do what is true come to the light." John 3:20-21. Come to the light. It's where freedom resides.

 

Peace. Love, Linda