For Anyone Who’s Ever Stumbled in the Darkness…
Her piercing shriek pulled me from sleep.
Groggy and disoriented, I groped my way around the corner and down the hallway toward the nursery. Three steps from the crib, my bare feet met something sharp and pokey.
As pointed metal punctured my soft sole, I stumbled forward in the darkness and reached blindly for the crib rail to steady myself.
Trying not to echo my little one’s wails, I patted my restless fifth-born and limped back to bed.
The next morning when dawn’s light streamed through the nursery window, I spied the culprit of my midnight distress.
There on the floor of Maggie’s pink room lay a small Hot Wheels car– an unlikely source of injury by daylight, but a dangerous obstacle to one shuffling through darkness.
Ruefully, I rubbed the bottom of my slippered foot and thought about the poignant picture painted by my late night escapade in the darkness.
Without the light of Jesus illuminating my way, even the smallest of things can cause me to stumble. Carelessly spoken words, tiny sparks of anger, and unexpected change of plans can all trip me up if I am not letting the Light of the World lead the way.
In this season of Epiphany, I am grateful for Heaven’s Light.
Thanks to a baby born in a Bethlehem on a silent night long ago, we need not stumble in darkness.
Like the Wise Men of old, we can fix our eyes on glory’s gleam and follow where it leads.
And if we do, we who are the humble offspring of those ancient seekers, will find ourselves walking in the sweet shimmers of our Savior, one expectant step at a time.
-from the archives
The Overflow: The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.
-Isaiah 9:2
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Matchbox cars, yes. I stumble, too. Beautiful post, beautiful analogy.
Thanks for this real real moms-post! I recognize this.And love the spiritual lesson you give me through/with this post.
it’s either a hot wheels car or abandoned legos that burn me every time in the dark. hearing this loud and clear, friend! 🙂
Hi Alicia,
I’m popping over from the Imperfect Prose link up. Nice to meet you.
I can relate to the sharp toy puncture in the late night stumbles. Thanks also for the parallels to God.
Have a great week.
Jennifer Dougan
http://www.jenniferdougan.com