The Light

We're surrounded with lights during Christmas. Christmas trees, candles, houses lit up from roof to yard, I even saw a lady at my church with a necklace of flashing Christmas lights.

I love all these lights, and periodically get fussed at by Merrick if the Christmas tree is not on and ready when he wakes up in the morning, We took the kids on the tacky light tour again this year, and thankfully this time everyone was tall enough to see out the windows. That led to much less weeping and gnashing of teeth. Mine and the kids. 

I'm grateful for the reminder these lights give me (yes, even my neighbors tacky flashing display that seriously makes me want to close the blinds and open them in January). It's pretty stinking dark out here in the woods without lights. It would also be pretty stinking dark in my life without the reason behind all of this Christmas celebrating.

"Hallelujah, we’ve been found
A child is born to save us now
Hallelujah light has come, 

A Savior who will set us free
A Promise for those who believe."