Light

 

Let there be light took on a more personal meaning last night. As Storm Amy raged outside, buffeting the trees, breaking branches and scattering dying leaves, the lights flashed and then clicked off last night around 10.

The word from the power company was that they were working flat out, and estimated power would be restored by Monday night at 8 pm. But it’s Saturday morning, I thought. Wow.

So glad to be going down to the prayer breakfast. I always appreciate the prayer times, and today I really appreciated the hot coffee and the plug to charge my phone. Nearly bought a new, big torch, except it was rechargeable and not battery-powered – useless in the circumstances. Glad I left it in the shop, as when I opened the back door, I was greeted by voices from the television, which had been on for the news last night.

Yes! Back in business, but with winds again gusting I am trying to do all my electricity-dependent stuff now. You never know.

I count myself pretty resilient. Daughter of Marines, graduate of Camp Fire Girls. I know how to minimise my needs and get by.

But oh, how lovely to the eye is the steady beam of a kitchen light, and the sound of the electric kettle steaming up for a coffee.

My inconvenience is the way of life for most of the world. I am reminded again of the privilege in my life, grateful for the choices I have, and prayerful that I use what I have to act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly and obediently with my God today.

And in the darkness and despair of those for whom such deprivation is the norm, let there be light. Let the light shine in the darkness.