The electricity is out and the house is pitch black.
My son and I wake up at the same time and open the doors to the hallway. I'm afraid to move, for fear I'll run into him. He flips his phone open and we have enough light to get to the lighter and the oil lamps.
It's very sultry feeling, with a light breeze blowing through the windows. Lightning strikes and thunder rolls as I go through lighting the oil lamps so that we can get ready for the day.
I think about what it must have been like back in the day, when this type of lighting is all they had.
Everything is so much more peaceful, without the hum of the fridge, fans, or other electronic devises.
I use my little book light to read my Bible and daily devotion. Back then, I would have had only the candle light.
Though it is muggy, it is nice to hear the raindrops outside the window and as the rain slows, to hear the birds singing the earth awake.
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