Turn on the lights!

First thing this morning, my daughter woke up and wandered into the dark living room, turning on every light as she went. My first thought was exasperation, but I realized that I do it, too. I don't like the dark overmuch and I prefer to have most of the lights on. The brighter the better, I guess. Shannon's pretty much the same way. Our family likes the light. Dim rooms, not so much.

And of course, I thought of God. "Walk in the light." "Come to the light." "God is light." Etc and so forth. All platitudes aside, life really is better when we're fully embracing who God is and committed to living a life with Him. Not that bad things don't happen to us, but that we have His support. His shoulder to cry on, if you will. But I get away from my analogy.

Back to the light, so to speak.

I've lived all kinds of faiths. I've done the "I'm a good person and that needs to be good enough for God." But that's a pretty dim life, even though it seems light enough.

I've gone down the "God is a myth, the Bible is a fairytale" route. That's one dark path, at least it was for me. Not the best days of my life. Took a few years for me to see the correlation. No faith in God + life = lots of troubles

But the last 15 years since I dedicated my life to God? Generally happy and full of love and life. Yes, I am a walking cliche! But it's true. In that 15 years, I've gone through some very difficult times, including bankruptcy and a traumatic miscarriage, but when I can lean on God, when I can call out his name during the darkest moments, well, then I'm like a little child who has her mommy kiss her owies away. That simplifies it a bit. After all, life is full of pain. But they are so much more bearable with Someone Bigger to help you through it.

I'm rambling now so I'll close this blog post. I'm going to go turn on some more lights.