Turn on the light
It's a wondrous world of ridiculous things
With nothing so rare as the love that it brings
In the silence of a smile that understands
Patty Griffin - Christina
I awake with a start - 2:48. Damn. Why do I keep waking up in the middle of night?
I stare at the ceiling, then scrunch my eyes shut. I can still see the phantom grey light wafting in through the slits of my blinds. Grrr... I huff and toss my body to the right.
I might as well do something productive. I half-step-half-drag to the bathroom. In a serious lapse of judgment, I flick the light on. My eyes burn. Stupidstupidstupidstupid.
I squint up into the mirror and I'm struck by how I look. I look settled. Three hours of sleep has rubbed some sort of peace into my skin. It's glowing. If I could bottle this, I'd be a millionaire.
I smile at my reflection proudly and though I don't ponder the moment again until today, I recognize the source. God's done some sort of work on me.
Maybe I am ready. Things feel healed. Confidence has been gained.
Like some sort of flower that's been straining to open, something in me has blossomed, exploding forth with purpose and excitement.
I suppose it was only a matter of time before my smile seeped through my pores.
posted by Ally @ 3:21 PM
2 Comments:
ah. You're making me tired.....
funny thing. I avoid light like the plague in the middle of the night. I've even figured out that my eyes sort of roll back on notch further that allows me to block it all out so I can sleep....then......If I'm really in trouble I sing, to myself of course, 99 bottles of beer on the wall. Really slowly........if I make it to 90 it's a bad thing.......
99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall. 98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around 97 bottles of beer on the wall.
Though God may heal me tonight, I have NO intention of turning on the light to find out.
: )
B
Maybe if you keep the light off, he'll find you in the darkness.
ooo...that sounds almost prophetic. Write that down :)
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