Last night, I was peacefully watching a show on Hulu, cuddled on the floor with lots of blankets and pillows. All of sudden, the electricity shut off in my house and blackness surrounded me. I could see nothing. I tried to feel around everywhere for my phone. I knew it had been right beside me. Where in the world could it have gone?? Horrible scenarios for the electricity going out flooded my mind. An EMP had gone off. Someone had broken in and was going to murder Chloe and I. Scenario after scenario...Then I just sat there and actually started to cry. What kind of mom cries when the electricity goes out? I just wished Max was with me instead of being away working. Pitch black darkness would have been no big deal if Max had been by my side.
I finally pushed aside those ridiculous thoughts, and instead thought about where I could find light. The lighter. In the kitchen. I stumbled through the darkness and made my way to the drawer where the lighter was. There was barely enough lighter fluid left, but thankfully there was enough to get a little flame going. I found a vanilla cookie candle, lit it, burnt my hand in the process, and was thrilled that the candle lit up the whole downstairs, enough to see everything.
I went to bed with my vanilla cookie candle and decided to read a book by candlelight. I picked up, "The Ministry of Motherhood" by Sally Clarkson, which I had been dying to start reading anyway. The first sentence I read was the following:
"The small flame of the vanilla candle flickered wildly as air from the opening door fanned the flame..."
With my candle flickering by my side, I immediately knew that God had a plan for me to read this book tonight. The electricity going out ended up being a blessing in disguise.
I read about 20 pages of the book and went to bed so peacefully, and was also encouraged to start being a mom who seeks to discover the ministry of motherhood. I look forward to reading more of this book!
Oh... and the electricity came back on a few hours later. =)