The lights flicker. And flicker again. And finally go out.
A soft evening glow falls softly through the window setting a new ambiance to our Friday evening.
After a moment's consideration Dad resumes reading one of our family's favorite book series, Jungle Doctor, by the faint light of dusk. The family is cozily situated on the floor of the bedroom. I close my eyes and listen, laugh, cry.
Blink. The power bursts back on. Despite the adventure darkness might have been for a while, light is a good thing. Power sustains life.
After the last chapter of the evening is concluded and prayer offered, I sit thinking…
My Power Source never flickers or dims. He cannot have a power failure. He is continually available if I will but flip the switch and turn on the Power. If I make the choice, nothing can interrupt my connection.
His Power never goes out.