Thursday, November 8, 2018

Into the Light



My car slices through the night. The darkness is heavy, and I struggle to see as I drive through town.

My friend Matt is on speaker phone.

 “It’s so dark out,” I say. “I can’t believe it’s only six o’clock.”

“Yeah, I’m not a fan of daylight savings time,” Matt says.

It’s good to catch up with him. We haven’t talked in a while.

“How are you doing?” Matt asks.

“It’s been a long week,” I say. “I’m behind on stuff at work. I’m still getting over this cold. I’m just feeling out of it.”

“I’m sorry,” Matt says.

I peer out my windshield. I’m not sure if I need to take the upcoming turn.

“I wish it weren’t so dark out,” I say. “I can’t read this street sign.”

“It can’t be that dark,” Matt says. “Unless you’re doing that thing with your headlights again.”

“What?” I ask.

“You know. You used to always forget to use your headlights in college. I had to remind you.”

He’s right. I have a bad habit of not using my headlights in town. The streetlights make me forget my lights are off.

I flip on my lights. My low beams push back the darkness, and I can read the signs ahead.

“Ok, you got me,” I say.

“Thought so,” he says. “Well, I’ve got to go. But I’ll be praying for the rest of your week.”

Prayer. My chest sinks. I haven’t been consistent about praying this week. Instead of relying on God, I’ve been going it alone.

God is light, and His light pierces through the darkness. No wonder I’ve felt gloomy. I’ve been driving without spiritual headlights.

Without God, I’ve been struggling to focus on the positive. I’ve lost my sense of direction.

I say goodbye to Matt, and I spend the rest of my drive talking to my Father. And as I do, I begin to feel better. 
Because I'm moving forward, into the light.

2 comments:

  1. As always, amazing writing! Call me soon! Miss ya!

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    1. Thanks so much, Kass. I will! We need to catch up.

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