CHRISTMAS LIGHTS
“Lets go! – You’re helping!” I said in a friendly yet stern voice to my youngest. “I am!” she answered in what seemed like a sincere voice. Everyone kind of dreads decorating the big Christmas tree, including me. Once it’s complete we all appreciate it. Kind of like most disciplines in life… About half way through the tree decorating the little one went missing.
“Hey – Burn!” (nickname), “Where are you?” I yelled from the living room. “I’m putting up lights in here!” Came the response. “Alright!” I answered back, feeling a little over zealous. Sure enough, come night-time and the lights were turned on, she had some lights spread around the house.
A few days later she came into our room in the middle of the night. I could hear her mumbling and my wife answering in whispers. A middle of the dark bedside meeting usually means one thing; the kid at the side of the bed is sick. Later that morning as I was leaving in the still dark hours, I saw a faint glow washing the hallway floor and walls through the open door of her bedroom.
I know from experience that teenagers NEVER leave their doors open unless they’re sick or grounded… I paused in the hallway, coffee mug in hand, and studied my sick girl. She’s taller than her mom now, but she still looked like the baby from not so long ago when I’d study her, sometimes before I’d leave for work or at night before I’d go to bed.
She’s always slept on her side, chin to her chest, her light brown hair tracing her face. I thought about some of the night lights all the girls had when they were little, they weren’t for them, they were for us. I remember leaving lights on in the laundry room and sometimes the pantry in case one of them needed to get to us in the middle of the night.
My eyes were filled with melancholy as I gazed slowly at the source of light illuminating her face and bedroom. I smiled realizing where she’d been the few days before when I’d been yelling from the living room to ensure her participation in the family Christmas decorating tradition.
She’s the last one left at home… That’s always kind of on my mind… They were all there to help decorate the tree… and the little one personalized her room with red Christmas lights… Those lights were giving me the opportunity I might not get too many more of…
Of all the lights that we’ve used to be able to lead the kids to safety or just for beauty and decoration, she knows the most important light is the light of God that lives within her and will guide, lead, and protect her… all the days of her life…
I said a quick prayer for my daughter in my mind then whispered to her, though she was sound asleep, “Hope you feel better, love you, babe… Nice job with the lights.”
I love the Christmas season…
Hazel Moon
Sunday, December 9, 2012 @ 7:07 pm
I love the way you compare the night lights to provide safety and comfort during the night to the light that is within us. Let it shine bright. Thank you for sharing this story at “Tell Me a Story.”
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 6:58 am
Thanks, Hazel. All other lights are just bad imitations to The Light of the world.
Audra Krell
Sunday, December 9, 2012 @ 7:25 pm
Beautiful, beautiful story about your amazing family. It’s so obvious what a blessed man you are! Isn’t it everything that our kids have the hope and light of Christ in them? Hope she’s feeling better soon.
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 7:00 am
I am blessed indeed. Thanks, Audra. What a gift we share to know that the best things are the things that can’t be measured by way of the world. And she’s doing fine now. Thank you.
Kristin
Sunday, December 9, 2012 @ 8:28 pm
Loved hearing the “dad” telling this story, with love. Sounds like you have a wonderful family and so glad to know the homeless will be getting sleeping bags;) What a wonderful treat for them. God bless you and your family!
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 7:01 am
Thanks, Kristin. My family is the best part of me. God has used things in life to change me beyond what I ever dreamed possible… but then again He is in the business of miracles.
tcavey
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 5:22 am
Oh, you’re making me sad…I don’t want my little man to grow up. He’s already changing so fast!
While Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, I have to say, this is one of my best Christmas’ so far. My kiddo loves the lights and is making me see Christmas through the innocent eyes of a child. It’s great!
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 7:03 am
Your a wise person. I know God will allow you to appreciate every second of a life that is truly like a breath. It is great to be able to see the wonder in young eyes. We just need to remember the wonder of the miracle of life that God provides each day. Thanks, TC.
April
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 7:20 am
I sometimes sneak down the hall at night after Stephen finally falls asleep and just stand there and stare at him. We do a lot of lecturing and “talking”, etc. these days as he’s learning some lessons about respect and obedience, so I often find myself just staring at his sweet little face whenever he’s still and quiet.
He came in my room Saturday morning with pajamas on and I realized how big and tall he has gotten and it reminded me of how fast this time goes. I mean, it’s already almost 2013!
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 4:53 pm
I know! This year was a whirlwind! I have to admit, sometimes teenagers are easier to take when they’re asleep! Some of those lessons are heard now and listened later… not so different than us I guess. Thanks, April.
Jo
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 8:16 am
Floyd, why do you always make me cry? Kind of sad this year that Joey will only be home Christmas day and has to go back to St. Louis Christmas night. Work will do that to you.
Wishing your family a very Merry Christmas!
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 4:55 pm
I’m sorry you only get to spend the day with Joey, but at least you get to see him. Time has a way of always bringing change. The strong memories and family ties you made for your children will stay with them and live on in the lives of your grandchildren… Thanks, Jo! Merry Christmas to you guys too! Tell Stan I said hey.
Dan Black
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 9:21 am
Great story:)Your a blessed man to have such a great family.
Just last night my wife and I went into our sons room and watched him sleep for a few minutes and then prayed for him. Those times always touch my heart.
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 4:57 pm
Thanks, Dan. Those actions of parents are what mold great people of tomorrow. What a blessing you too have with your family. God is good to us, my friend. Those silent times are precious indeed.
Jason Stasyszen
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 11:48 am
Just beautiful, Floyd. Nothing else for me to say. 🙂 Thanks–I love Christmas too.
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 4:58 pm
Awe, thanks, Jason. God has a way of making us see things that touch us a little deeper in Christmas season. Bless you and yours.
Lincoln Parks
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 12:13 pm
I always wondered if that feeling would leave as they got older. However, from your post I see that it does not. My daughter 6 and quickly approaching 7 at the end of this month is so gracious. From your words I know its the same feeling for you and I love the fact that it will never go away. I walk in an adjust her in bed at night. I pray we continue to help her see that light of God. Thanks Floyd.
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 5:01 pm
I could see you in my mind’s eye adjusting your daughter’s blankets. Then I saw myself in years gone by doing the same thing. Yeah, your right. Things don’t change. The world changes and they change as we did, but the love for our gifts from God in the form of our children will never change. The gift to love is special and stronger than the physical limits of this universe. Thanks for the comment. It took me to places I really enjoy spending time. Thanks, Lincoln.
Betty Draper
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 4:30 pm
Now it’s watching our grand children sleep when our son has them for his weekend. they bring back memories of him when he was their age. Love the anology brother…best light is when we see it burning in our loved ones. Good post..very sweet for a guy..ho ho ho
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 5:04 pm
Thanks, Betty. I can be an ole’ softy ever so often… The sense of love and blessings from God are overwhelming as we sit and watch the sleep of our children. It is the Light of God that lives within that makes it so strong I think. Thanks for sharing that Light that lives in you with us over hear. God is good.
Sylvia R
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 6:04 pm
I love the “Dad” quality of this story. There’s a bit of a picture here of our heavenly Father, I think. But then I relate to the story, and the comments here, as a mom who stood gazing at the sweetness of the sleeping face. No, it doesn’t change when they get older…
Moving post.
Floyd
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 7:30 pm
Thanks, Sylvia. The blessing and gift to look upon our sleeping children who are safe and warm in all that God provides is beyond value and comparison. It makes Christmas a little sweeter I think.
Jennifer@GDWJ
Monday, December 10, 2012 @ 8:36 pm
What a cool story. And you’re a pretty cool Dad, I’d say. 🙂
Floyd
Tuesday, December 11, 2012 @ 7:01 am
Thanks, Jennifer. I’m not so cool all the time, trust me. God allows sweet glimpses into things that do more than the moment can suggest. Of course He’s beyond cool!
Joanne Norton
Thursday, December 13, 2012 @ 2:15 pm
Floyd, so true: she knows the most important light is the light of God that lives within her and will guide, lead, and protect her… all the days of her life…
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I loved reading this. Such a “Dad” thing caring for his young ‘un. Focusing on her growth and needs.
YOU are an every-year permanent Christmas gift… and loving Christmas lights, BUT, more importantly, FILLED with Light.
Bless you.
Floyd
Thursday, December 13, 2012 @ 5:25 pm
Awe, thanks for the kind words, Joanne. We are all so blessed to have that light of the world shine from within us. Blessing to you as well, my friend.
Maureen Jepchumba
Friday, December 14, 2012 @ 8:36 am
Isn’t it great to know God at such an early age? I always thank God for saving me early, and I keep believing that He is always leading me on wherever I go. Thanks for sharing the mood of Christmas, family is preety important.
Floyd
Saturday, December 15, 2012 @ 4:04 pm
There is no better gift at any age, but many young ones don’t grasp how sweet that gift is until later in life. Family is a blessing for sure and the tools of our Father of wisdom. Thanks, Maureen.
nannette and the sweetheart
Monday, December 29, 2014 @ 6:20 pm
Tearing up!! The “baby” gets me every time. Praying for you and your soon-to-be empty nest. Happy New Year!
Susan Nowell @ My Place to Yours
Monday, December 29, 2014 @ 6:33 pm
Our 5-year-old grandson wanted an Earth nightlight for Christmas (and so we got it for him, of course). As I peeked in on his sweet, sleeping self, I was overcome by memories of his Mommy when she was his age. That soft light filling his room… and my prayers for his future rising heavenward. How blessed we are to know the love of family!
Cheryl Smith
Tuesday, December 30, 2014 @ 1:11 am
Awww…this was such a sweet, moving post. Oh, it hurts to watch them grow up, doesn’t it? I am going through the same feelings, and they are so hard to get through. We have one sweet boy, who we waited 12 1/2 years for, and it seems after all those years of waiting, it is all going by WAY too fast. You try to hold on to the moments…to squeeze time so tightly and not let it go…and while you grasp, it slips quietly through your fingers, leaving only a trail of cherished memories behind. Thanks for sharing your heart here…it is such a blessing. Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas, and may God bless you and your family with a happy, healthy 2015!!
Hazel Moon
Wednesday, December 28, 2016 @ 10:36 pm
I love this sweet older story of a few years back. Lights to brighten our tree, and lights to help us find our way.