I looked at my grandchildren. They ran through the house with energy fueled by
the excitement of Christmas Day. It was fun to watch them open their gifts. It
stirred memories of my own childhood Christmas'.
One of my grandkids received a fire truck. It had flashing lights and a real
siren. I had a fire truck, when I was a kid. It didn't have all the lights and
sirens like my grandson's, but it was fun to play with. It even had a ladder
that extended to save my plastic men from ferocious fires in make-believe
buildings.
There were board games: "Trouble©", "Snakes and Ladders©", "Monopoly©," and
"Checkers©." Games my brothers and I would play during the long Nova Scotia
winter evenings. I was given toy cars to add to my collection. One year "Hot
Wheels©" were popular. The cars would race down a plastic track, spin through a
loop, roll off the end of the track, and race across the floor. It was a game
that soon grew boring.
There was one gift that never grew boring. It was given to me by my aunt. It was
a flashlight - a simple flashlight. I was so excited, when I tore the wrapping
paper away and discovered the gift underneath. It was made of shiny metal and
its beam of light played over the walls and ceiling. I could hardly wait for
night.
Most toys break, lose their parts, or are forgotten in dark corners, but that
flashlight stayed with me for years. In the dark of night, when I was afraid, I
would turn on my light and feel comforted. If we had a power outage, my
flashlight would be with me, turning darkness into day. On foggy nights, its
beam would look like a spotlight, the beam visible for several hundred feet,
before the fog swallowed it up. That light got me through a lot of scary
childhood times.
I grew older and the light eventually broke, but I really didn't need it
anymore. I found a new light to guide me. My faith in God became my light. When
all looks dark, I can turn to him. He lights the way for me. He guides me.
During one of the darkest times, when I lost my wife to illness, the darkness
was deep. No shadows could be seen. No moon shined to assist me. I stumbled
around blind, not knowing where to turn.
I turned to Him, and he gave me a gift. It wasn't a Christmas gift, it was a
life gift. He gave me a new light. It's a light I can hold when times are dark
and I need comfort.
The light has a name. Its name is Ginny. She's my new wife. She's my new light.
Michael T. Smith
reversingfalls@yahoo.com
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