Yesterday, due to the ice storm, we lost power from 3:40pm to 10pm.
Since we have a gas stove, we were still able to cook dinner. A gas fireplace kept the house warm, and candles provided enough light.
Essentially, we did not go without anything we needed.
Yet, when the power kicked on I could not help but feel grateful for its return. I appreciated that power so much because I felt the the absence of its presence. Especially the return of the light. Candle light is ok, but it does not shine as bright as a lightbulb.
It is possible to live this life without Jesus, to go about our tasks, thinking we have enough light to see. But when he comes into our lives, we see things in the brilliance of his light. We see things that are impossible to see without him. We understand his word in a way we never have before.
And this is the light that promises never to leave us.
"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8:12(NIV)
"You, Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light." Psalm 18:28 (NIV)
