When I enter a room, I instinctively hone to lamps and make the rounds turning them on. Even in the daylight, I crave lamps. Not harsh overhead lights and definitely not florescent or LED lights. Just glowing, soft, cheerful lamps. Their tone warming texture, glowing life.
Lately, when I reach to turn one on, it’s like I’m watching from a distance pausing to take note. My thoughts are stilled and channeled. Appreciating their warmth. Wondering why the draw towards lamps is so distinct…even in the daylight.
Yet even as I reach, I dare to understand that I am created to be that lamp in the daylight. To push back shadows and gloom even within the light. (Read the rest from Meleah over here…)