Turn On The Light… 

It’s a familiar place with familiar emotions. The still of the silence is incredibly loud. Louder than what I care to listen to. Even an old familiar song makes his way into my head.

“Hello darkness,  my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again….” I feel the shadows gathering and I begin to question,  what will become of me? With the darkness come fear and a basket full of ugly…So again, I ask, what will become of me? 
“In restless dreams I walked alone.” Paul Simon must have experienced a real encounter with something that shook his world with an influence to  pen this song back in the early sixties. At 5:30 this morning, I was still awake staring into the abyss outside my bedroom window. I’m very fortunate to have such a beautiful view at night from my room upstairs. The trees, the moon and stars that peep through the branches is an incredible sight which is why I leave the blinds pulled, just so I can lie in bed and adore the sky above me.

But adoration was far from my mind. The only occupants in my head were hard tears that spoke without speaking and those voices hearing without listening and dared me to disturb the sound of silence, the dark which seemed more like a fearsome jungle. 

At a quarter till six, my two cats, Rodimus and Optimus Prime cuddled up to me together. It’s rare that they do this at the same time. I choose to believe they too felt the awkwardness of the darkness or the nagging nudge of first dawn arriving knowing their human would rebuttel the adage, “rise and shine.” . They knew something wasn’t right with me. That alone caused a shift in my silent behavior sending me out of my bed and straight to the light switch where I killed that sullen black emptiness. 

It was quite liberating actually. I got the full vision of all of my surroundings and the light casted a new view, a new perspective. All of those dark emotions that entertained me all night long suddenly vanished and I could smile simply because there was  light and my confidence increased with my new visibility. My old friend, “darkness” was relinquished and there was noise. Pillows being fluffed a bed being made and talking to my sweet adorable cats while they sat there staring at me in unison, I knew they thought I was crazy. But I noticed with the light on, I felt calm, peaceful and was able to hum a tune or two. I could sense a new destination arise in me, fears being diminished.

It’s amazing what light can do to the darkness. Jesus IS the light! The light that is the true gospel. There will be moments we all will face some harsh battles in the dark. You will cry. You will feel empty, hopeless, worthless, guilt, anger and the list goes on. This is where we should run to the light. There is safety there. Jesus said, ” I am the true light that lighteth every man that come into the world.” When we realize the light is our source, it’s comforting to know that our next battles with monsters of the night can be tamed by simply taking charge and turning on the light.

We have the gift of light. Not only is it for our own battles, but for others who fall over the stumps and roots of the earth at night. When your brother or your sister fall into hard times, don’t just offer your prayer, take your light to them and extend your hand. What would Jesus do? He would do the same! He would pick you up and remind you to fear not and assure you He’s with you always. A little light is a sure cure for the sound of silence….

By Jane Hardin 

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