I squint at the pan, scraping the beef and onions into a tupperware container. The camping lantern on the kitchen counter throws off a dim light, enough light to keep me from banging into furniture, enough dimness to make my work difficult and slow.
Oh, the temptation to turn on the lights that Prairie taped off last night!
But I resist, choosing to live without that comfort.
The certainty of tomorrow’s light encourages me to continue my struggle in the darkness..
So I will carry a flashlight to bed, perhaps read a bit by candlelight until my eyes begin to strain and listen to the girls giggle in their bedroom. Tomorrow, we will arise early, welcoming the Light with joy. I have learned to love our Easter Weekend Ritual.