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I get up while it is still….

December 15, 2009

dark in my house. Because that is when I am able to get many multitudes of things done. I’m not getting asked many multitudes of questions, nor am I being distracted by strange upstairs level thumping, clumping noises. Recently we have been closing the cats up in the laundry room at night, so they do not even nag me about their famished bellies. It is a blessed quiet for study, prayer and thoughts.

However, since part of my goal in getting up while it is still dark is to work alone, I also keep all the lights off save the one right at my desk. Getting to my desk, downstairs, in the dark can be tricky. I have done the usual bit of toe stubbing, tripping, bumbling, bumping into, and my favorite, stepping in cat gack (also significantly reduced by the in laundry room curfew).  Light is a valuable commodity when in the dark.

Last Monday though, I reached a new level of appreciation for light. The whole day I felt sick, feverish, achy, irritable, just plain yucky. Whatever had hold of my sinuses over the weekend had moved messily to my chest, and I was considering googling poultices.

That night the boys wanted to go to their Bible study, and since Husband was gone, I was the driver. I got ready, just barely, and headed out the door, in the dark, to drive, in the dark, to the church. On the way there I started rummaging around in my bag for my lip gloss. I cannot stand the feeling of dry, chapped lips and usually always have one tube or stick or tin of lip balm somewhere.

I pulled out of my bag my lip gloss and began to apply it. But the brush felt really crunchy.

“This must be a really old lip gloss. It has really dried out.”

The lip gloss smelled funny and tasted awful.

“Can lip gloss turn rancid? I think this has gone sour.”

And then we pulled into some light whereupon I realized that instead of applying lip gloss all over my lips, I had diligently, to the last lip crease, applied jet black mascara.

Uh huh. Yes. I. did.

Then began the spitting on tissue part of the drive where I tried to wash off the mascara without smearing it from my nose to my chin because I did have to walk into the church with the boys.

Bee-yoo-ti-ful. I am still thankful that it was not waterproof mascara. Or else I’d still look like a badly made up Goth.

My point: there is a reason Jesus describes Himself as the Light of the World. He, as Light, shows us the right way to go, to do, and to live. He guides us and protects us by His Word, also described as light. Light is a useful thing practically but an eternal gift spiritually.

Walk in it. Live in it. Apply lip gloss in it.

Jesus said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” John 8:12

8 Comments leave one →
  1. Rosemary permalink
    December 15, 2009 6:00 pm

    Ahhahahahahahahahahaha! I have a visual image in my mind, but what I’d really like is a photo of that crunchy lip gloss. I’d pay money.

  2. December 15, 2009 10:31 pm

    I agree with Rosemary. Where’s that camera when you need it?

  3. Ellen permalink
    December 15, 2009 10:42 pm

    hee, hee…Glad you noticed before you walked into church!!

  4. December 16, 2009 10:47 am

    Oh, this is wonderful. You made me feel better about myself. Thank you. But I’m not laughing. Because we don’t laugh at each other. Right? 🙂

    And a mustard poultice would work wonders.

  5. December 16, 2009 9:26 pm

    My toe is still throbbing from running into a desk in the dark this morning so I know what you’re talking about. Same routine every morning… I’d make a terrible blind person. Which totally goes to your point: I’ll think I’m okay bumbling around in the dark because of familiarity with my surroundings only to get whacked by something that’s been around for a long time. Praise God for His light of life!

    Oh, and I totally wish I had seen the mascara application.

  6. December 19, 2009 10:24 pm

    Hilarious! I too get up while it’s still dark yet keep my Burt’s Bees in the console in the Suburban…

    Thanks be to God for Jesus, the Light of the World!

  7. December 26, 2009 10:58 pm

    I’m too ill to allow myself a true belly laugh, since I know it would hurt all over, but I did the ‘asthmatic gasping for breath’ kind of scary giggle when I read your post! Oh my! Can you imagine if you hadn’t checked in the mirror before entering the church??? You make me thankful I don’t carry make-up in my purse – I would probably end up in the same state!
    I appreciate your morning routine – I used to quietly scurry around in the pre-dawn to make my tea, throw in the first loads of washing and have my quiet time, and it was a blessing – minus the stubbed toes. Now, sleep is the *only* medicine for chronic liver disease, so my quiet time comes in the afternoon when I shuttle everyone outside to play or to their rooms! I wouldn’t make it until supper without a little time seeking guidance from the Lord!

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