| No Longer Afraid of the Dark Brenda I used to be terrified of nights when my husband had to be away. I would sleep with the lights on, the TV on, anything to take my mind off of the darkness and the aloneness I felt. In November, 1983, my husband's father was dying, and he had to go home to be with his family. Of course, I was terrified each of the 21 nights he was away. We lived out in the country, with few neighbors, and drunken rowdies occasionally came down our road at night. One morning, very early, I awoke, opened my eyes--and saw a huge, light-colored figure standing beside my bed. Just as I focused and my eyes grew wide, he faded away. I could tell someone had really been standing there, because as he faded away, the things behind him--a dresser, the side of the closet door--came into view. As I lay there, dumb founded, the Lord's voice spoke clearly to me: "It's getting light now and you don't need to see him. I just wanted you to know he's always there." I have never been afraid to be alone at night since. |
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