Stumbling in the Dark

The clock on my dresser, stacked with laundry I still have yet to put in it's respective drawers, says 2:30 am. Actually, the time is 1:30 - I haven't gotten around - even after two months - to changing the time on it.

I'm thirsty. I hate when this happens; I'm so warm and cozy in my cocoon of blankets. Now I have to get out of bed. I sit up and wait a few second for my body to be lucid. I make my way out of the bedroom, past the couch and into the kitchen, only walking into one object - a good night for me.

I grab a cup from the cupboard and fill it full with water. My shaky hands lift the cup to the counter; the cup leaving a trail of spilled water behind it. I reach for a straw, place it in the cup, and bend forward to take a drink. As my mouth touches the straw, my eyes catch the light peering through the bottom of the door to my apartment.

The brightness is almost too much for my sleepy eyes. I jerk, turning my head.

But then, I'm reminded of the Eternal Light. How He shines into the darkest ares of my life.... This, both a comfort and conviction.

I turn back to the light coming from underneath that door and finish drinking my water.

Thank you, Lord, for quiet moments like these.