While growing up and early into my young adulthood, if I went out during the evening and arrived home after 11pm, I could count on two things. First, my mom to be in bed, but awake, and two, that the light above the stove to be on. Recently, KevOnStage lifted up the connectivity within the Black culture (perhaps others as well) to leave the light above the stove on. Check it out, it’s hilarious! Back to the matter at hand. No matter if I’d had a great time, or a terrible one (picture girl ready to go home at the club), the light provided a sense of comfort and that someone had me on their mind. The light was assurance that someone expected me to return home. The light provided navigation in a dark space, illuminating my path to my shelter. So, imagine my joy when upon going downstairs two nights ago, to find that my mom left our light above the stove on for our daughter who’d gone out. It was comforting all over again, perhaps even the more because it was for the child I birthed.It reminded me of the extent that God cares about us as His own.
No matter where we go, whether we choose a path that is well intentioned, or if we occasionally (or even consistently) drift, we are still loved. There is no limit to the depth that God too will wait on us and provide light to navigate our darkness. Our safety is of upmost concern to Him. When we stray, we can rest assured that He has not left us to figure it out by ourselves. We must purpose ourselves to keep pressing our way toward the light. John 8:12 reads, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” And as we walk with God, we will reflect and emit His light to provide radiance for others finding their way.
A caveat (there’s always one or two). At times, it feels as though no one thought of us, as if the light above the stove was left off on purpose. During those times, the darkness can be incomprehensible and seemingly last an endless amount of time. Further, these are the times, when God feels the furthest away. Back to my original scenario. Occasionally, my mother would fall asleep and thus, miss leaving the light on. But because I’d become familiar with the layout of our apartment, I learned to navigate in the dark. Sometimes I would get up to grab a drink of water during the night, or turn off the television and go to bed, or even use the restroom. During those times, the house was dark, but I found my way. When we commit to following God daily, we learn to maneuver from the light deposited within us. We engineer that light through His Word, prayer, fasting and faith. As we harvest the light in our spirit, we learn to trust the God within us, when we are unable to trace the God around us.
The more seasoned I become, the more I can see the witness that my mom provides. No matter what, there are two things we can count on. God will always be awake and accessible, no matter where we find ourselves, and He will let His light so shine so that we may make our way to Him and through whatever places, spaces and people we find ourselves. Blessed be God. Thank you for keeping the light on!