I’m all for conservation. But I’m struggling with our new lighting. Todd has replaced the garden variety 60-watters in my kitchen with these new energy efficient bulbs. They kind of slow burn for about ten minutes before light fully shines. So you have to plan well in advance for your lighting needs. Unfortunately, it’s all downhill from there, because when the light does finally stream, it paints the room in this ghastly greenish fluorescence. My kitchen now has all the ambience of Cellblock 14. Sgt. Mahoney could usher all the folks from his holding cell into my kitchen and easily get them to talk. Need a confession? Grab some leg irons and come stand by my sink.
I was making peanut butter sandwiches for the kids' lunch the other morning. Todd walked in and said, “Aren’t the lights working?”
“They’re working great,” I replied.
“Then why are you standing here in the dark?” he asked.
“Because I feel like I’m on death row every time I flip the switch.” I replied.
Combine the look of my kitchen with the unusual weather we’ve been having in Texas. Snow and rain and sleet and heavy, masking gray skies. Everything looks so bleak.
So imagine my joy this morning when I looked out the window and saw the first morning stream of sunlight. It made me smile. I don’t have to live today like a wombat in my kitchen and we can all get outside and enjoy the radiance.
It’s a new semester at Dallas Seminary and we’re studying the Psalms. The poetic and lyrical book of the Bible that teaches us to praise God in good times and bad. I was struck when I saw the sun this morning at my viscerally joyful reaction to the light. It’s a sun I’ve known for 45 years. A sun I largely take for granted. But today, I thank God for that sun. Because I just recently left the darkness. I can almost taste the contrast today.
What I aspire for in my spiritual life, however, is an unshakable spirit of gratitude that looks up to the sky and thanks God for every type of weather (and every type of light bulb, for that matter). That there would be gladness and appreciation irrespective of rain or shine.
I’m a work in progress toward that end. How about you?
"You must live every moment. The good moments, the bad moments, and all the in-between moments. Each one is there for a reason, Jimmy. And only by living each moment will you truly be able to live."
Baseball for Breakfast by Bill Myers
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Blaring on my I-Pod: "'Saving Me" by Nickelback