I have been first-year-working-in-a-public-school sick lately.
And so last night at 2am I stumbled downstairs to the kitchen to find some Nite-Quil to chug, because I have to start actually sleeping through the night or I fear I will never be healthy again.
It is usually a treacherous, toe threatening, trek to shuffle downstairs in the middle of the night because I don’t want to turn on lights and wake my family.
But in December… things are different.
In preparation for Christmas- our domestic advent-the glow of strung lights illuminates my entire downstairs:
strung outside lights sass-shaying from the porch
multi-colored fairy lights lighten up each corner and wall in our front room
my kitchen has soft refracting light from the Christmas tree lit up from around the corning in the living room
In my fuzzy-brained congested-faced head I noticed the helpfulness and beauty of it and then the single scripture verse of:
Even the dark is made light through Christ
chugged medicated alcohol
and went back to bed
thankful for the light.
Linking up this last FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY in 2015 with the writing gang over at Kate’s place.
Sicker than myself, she has been in hospital recently and let us each choose our own word prompt. I chose LIGHT because that really happened me this at 2am this morning.