God’s Lights

Grab your coffee, some chocolate, some tissues and read this powerful heartfelt story of God’s Lights.

Maggie Tiggles

GodsLights

“Can you see the stars from outside?”

“No.  Not with the lights on.”

“I can’t see the stars from in here, either.”  Beth pressed her face against the cold window pane.

“No, but after we turn off the lights, we can look again.”

“It’s funny that, when we turn on our own lights, we can’t see God’s lights any more.  We have to shut off if we want to see God.”

“Yeah, sort of like that.”

Beth drew her face away from the window and looked at her sister.  “Does the house look pretty when you look at it from outside?”

Clarisa met Beth’s eyes.  “Yes, it does.  Do you want me to take a picture, so you can see?”

Beth giggled.  “Yes!  I’ll wave to you through the window.”

Clarisa got up, grabbed her phone, and started out the bedroom.  “Don’t forget to put on your coat and galoshes,”…

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