In the Beginning...

Last Sunday night while Matt was at church, I stayed home with a sick little boy and very possibly a sick little girl.  I was also sick.  It was super fun.  For reals.

I calmed headache induced temper tantrums, nursed a hungry little girl oblivious to the outside world.  I got up from my spot on the couch to put Missy Moo into her infant rocker and before I could even take two steps everything went completely dark.  Fearing that he would be afraid of the dark (he wasn't), I instructed Mini Mange to stay where he was while I put his still-sleeping sister down and that I would come to him so we could search for a flashlight.

We skipped his bath that night and went through the remainder of his normal bed time routine without even a whimper of protest.  He was totally digging the whole get dressed and read by the light of a flashlight thing.

Back in the living room, Missy Moo had woken up and decided that she was "still hungry" so I sat down and settled in for some comfort nursing.  When the light of the flashlight began to fade I clicked it off and stared into the darkness.

Then the Holy Spirit spoke into my ear.

"In the beginning was the Word.  And the Word was with God and the Word was God."

"Then God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light."

"The light shines through the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it."


In a silence that can only come from a city-wide power outage, when the computer stopped humming and the electricity stopped buzzing through the walls of our apartment and the only thing I could hear was the growing storm outside my window, God reminded me that he is here.  He has always been here, He is always here and He will always be here.