Notes from when the lights went out. . .

Tonight, the winds came through—

Howling at our doors and sending debris scurrying. Tree branches leave their husky frames to litter streets, and leaves scatter like rolling tumble weeds.

The storms are not so fierce as that of our dear friends’ in OK, but they leave us blown about and in the dark.

The power is out all through our little town.

I pen these words by candlelight, scratching these thoughts down the old fashioned way—in land of shadow and flickering light.

At first, boys are sobered by the deepness of dark. As we drive home from church to sinister streets and lightless house, however, they exclaim over brightness of stars in this endless dark. They are soon delighted by warm glow as we play charades by candlelight and read Bible verses in swaying light.

Tonight we read of God’s covenant with Abram, and there is this, “He took him outside and said, ‘Look up at the heavens and count the stars—if indeed you can count them.’ Then he said to him, ‘So shall your offspring be.’” (Gen. 15:5)

These words hold special meaning to me. I chose them for the life verse of young Brody Whittaker in my first book for teens, Brody’s Story, because of how they touched my young heart as a girl.

The boys, however, know none of this; they only know the brilliance of the stars they saw earlier in the evening. As I read God’s words to Abram–I pause—take in their faces as they hear His voice utter these words to them.

So we go to see, again; lean in doorway and take in this glorious promise in the sky.

The Big Dipper stands on end, and I draw sharp breath—

He is touching me again.

“Do you know He was speaking of us? We are Abraham’s descendents. We are children of God… Part of our story written right there in those pages.”

Arms snake around small shoulders and all eyes are caught up in the promise.

They are tucked in by candlelight, warm light flickering over now sleeping faces.

And I sit, listening to wind whistle down chimney.

Jeff will be home soon, but for now I have these quiet moments.

I have these quiet moments to be thankful for Light.


  1. says

    Loved this post as usual. I just truly love how you see Papa everywhere you look. His touches fill the scope of your eyes.

    I know it delights Him that you notice.

    Thanks for stopping by.

    Love ya,

  2. says

    I’m left illuminated after reading this. What a beautiful time with your boys… I feel like everything is going at such a fast pace with me lately… I need, I pray, for moments like these with my little guys…

  3. says

    Ah – I love to visit your home – even if it is only via cyber space. I enjoyed standing beside you, peering up at the dipper. Yes I know our God spoke of us thousands of years ago. Amazing!

  4. says

    I too am so thankful for the Light.

    Did I ever tell you how much I enjoyed “Brody’s Story”? I’ll have to share with you my thoughts some day.

    Always delight in my visit here. You refresh my heart.

  5. says

    Your descriptions are awesome.
    The way you help the reader picture what you are saying is amazing.

    The light definitely penetrated through to me and gave me a sense of calm.

    God is in control and as we are looking up at the sky we are reminded of His greatness, his awesome power and ultimately that he is watching out for us.

    Great post as always.

  6. says

    Since you are in WV and I am in VA and the storm was so large…according to doppler. I am asuming you experience a similar storm as to what we had here. I too looked into the sky that night when I came home and saw 1 little light shining through the clouds of darkness. This storm has shown me God’s love for lil’ ole me.

    Thank you for sharing.

  7. says

    That was another heart warming, faith strengthening post, Laura. Yes, it was us God was talking about when he was talking to Abraham.

    I just noticed the big dipper the other night, and pointed it out to my husband, because I hadn’t paid attention to looking at the stars for awhile.

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