MOORE — The evening was late as we traveled back home from running a dozen errands and eating dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. It should have been pitch-black outside, but surprisingly, it wasn’t.
In fact, when we looked toward the west, where the sun had set more than four hours earlier, the sky was illuminated with bright lights. “Is there a baseball stadium on the west side that I am not aware of?” I asked my husband.
He concurred; no stadium, yet we couldn’t figure out the source of the light in the sky.
As we continued down the street we noticed the street lights had a mist around them creating a glow in the sky above. Strange, when we were on the east side of town, there was no mist, no glow, but the further we traveled west (which was only a distance of about four miles) and into the moist atmosphere, the appearance was almost magical.
This gave cause for reflection. The mist created a source for the light to be reflected. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of reflection others see from me?
Do they see the light reflecting from me? Do they feel God’s love and peace?
Oh, that our lives would be like these street lights, reflecting God’s love to everyone who comes near. Imagine how much brighter our world would be if everyone would let His light shine through us.