LET THERE BE LIGHT

Again it was midnight when I finished for the day.  I was tired; the bed looked inviting.  I flipped the covers back, and a part of the spread fell over a doll’s face.  Feeling a bit foolish, I reached over and lifted the cover from its face.  “Why did I do that?” I wondered as I turned off the light and climbed into bed.  What about the doll would entice me to uncover its face?  It had no light, no life, no love.  True, it didn’t; but I did.  The motivation was not in the doll; it was in me.  I remember a little about how it was to be the doll  – in darkness, behind the painted smile that begged for someone to love and for someone to love it.  I remember when Christ, tenderly and lovingly, uncovered my face and let light, life, and love come in.

(Luke 1:78, 79:  Through the tender mercy of our God;…To give light to them that sit in darkness…)

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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4 Responses to LET THERE BE LIGHT

  1. shoreacres says:

    What a lovely extended metaphor. And you’re not alone. My old Raggedy Ann always gets a blanket in the wintertime. 🙂

  2. oneta hayes says:

    Gotta keep her snug! She probably spends lots of time just waiting for you. Snug love! At least that’s how it is at my house as I baby-sit my great-granddaughters babies between their visits to care for them. Jolly good fun, it costs little, and delights my precious little girls.

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  4. Owlivia says:

    Umm… Hi! I just wanted to pop by and I wasn’t sure where to say this so: I HAVE NOMINATED YOU, SWEET AROMA, FOR THE BEAUTIFUL BLOGGER AWARD!! More details here https://untaintedandodd.wordpress.com
    Well, I’m sure I have made that as official as possible, so I will see your blog later! 🙂

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