” Let There Be Light”

Dear Reader:

Aren’t some of our first memories created around light? And aren’t the first words spoken by our Creator ” Let there be light!”

Like moths we are consciously and unconsciously drawn to light our whole lives. Daylight Savings Time now has me taking a flashlight to the mailbox late each afternoon so I won’t inadvertently leave any mail in the black hole inside the box.

Then my happiest moments come when I turn back towards my home where the light from the house comforts and cheers me.

100 Rainbow 🌈 Road! Doesn’t it sound like I should be skipping with Dorothy and friends down the Yellow Brick Road?

These days I feel like my heavenly home is closer than my childhood memories of home with all the lights on.

And does anybody believe it was just a coincidence that God decided to light up His Son’s manger on the night he was born so the first thing he experienced was light. And it was the light from the Star of Bethlehem that brought believers to Him… and still does.

Thursday night Ted, Brooke’s husband, found himself following the light home-what a magnificent experience that must have been-free of pain and earthly cares.

I hope God likes twinkling lights because I keep them on in my bedroom every night of the year!

It’s starting to get dark… I am listening for the mail truck… and looking forward to my slow walk across the street and back home!

So until tomorrow… now may the light of healing fall on you Brookie and our friend Patty Knight sent this yesterday for you! Hope you feel all our hugs! We love you!

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”

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