The stash of nuts for my morning cereal had been left in my truck. Flipping the light switch on in the garage, I realized the light bulb had blown out. As there are no windows in my garage it was dark. Very dark.
Retrieving my cache shouldn't have been a problem except--my feet splay when I walk. I really do walk like a duck, and my pinky toes hook on things most feet never have to deal with--chair legs, door frames, the legs of beds, piano benches, end tables, coffee tables.
My steel mower ramps are stored on the floor in the garage when they aren't in the truck and easily avoided as I go in and out of the garage. However, this time there was no light, and they couldn't be seen. The pinky toe found them.
It is not unusual for me to express myself in some form of non-ladylike expletive when this happens, and this morning was no exception. It really does hurt to hook your little toe on a non-moveable object as the rest of your body continues moving forward.
Bag of walnuts in tow, I headed back into the house. With the light on in the utility room and the door open into the garage, I was able to easily see. The light had been on the whole time, but I had my back to it, heading into the dark garage, unable to see the perils at my feet.
This is my observation for the day: If things are dark and confusing, you don't know where to go or what to do, and you find you are unable to see, perhaps it is because you are walking away from the light and the One who is the source of all light. Try turning around and heading towards Him. There is more at stake than a little toe. Light is a good thing. Just a thought.
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