The Gleaming House

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Every now and then, I forget to turn off the lights in the barn. I usually notice just before I go to bed, when the farm’s boundaries seem to have drawn in close. That light makes the barn seem farther away than it is — a distance I’m going to have to travel before I sleep. The weather makes no difference. Neither does the time of year.

Usually, after turning out that forgotten barn light, I sit on the edge of the tractor bucket for a few minutes and let my eyes adjust to the night outside. City people always notice the darkness here, but it’s never very dark if you wait till your eyes owl out a little….I’m always glad to have to walk down to the barn in the night, and I always forget that it makes me glad. I heave on my coat, stomp into my barn boots and trudge down toward the barn light, muttering at myself. But then I sit in the dark, and I remember this gladness, and I walk back up to the gleaming house, listening for the horses.
~Verlyn Klinkenborg  from A Light in the Barn

 

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My favorite thing about walking up from the barn at night is looking at the lights glowing in our house, knowing there is life happening there, even though each child has flown away to distant cities. There is love happening there as Dan and I adjust to an “alone” life together. There are still future years there – as many as God grants us to stay on the farm.

It is home and it is light and if all it takes is a walk from a darkened barn to remind me, I’ll leave the lights on in the barn at night more often.

 

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4 thoughts on “The Gleaming House

  1. Lovely, Emily. Thank you.
    I am reminded here of the ‘distance I’m going to have to travel before I sleep.’ Then I recall that I have already traveled a long way, that the time has passed so quickly and that I am so tired. Sometimes, I am afraid, unsure, of what awaits me on the other side of darkness — and then I see THE LIGHT and my fear fades away because I know that the LIGHT means His Love, His Saving Presence, His open arms, are waiting at the end of the darkness to welcome me Home.

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  2. Alice, I was a career firefighter and thought I knew all I needed to know about courage. “It depends on what you had for breakfast more than anything else,” was my usual reply when
    someone would inquire. But you’ve recently taught me more about true courage than all the fires I fought over the years, and, more recently, all the hobgoblins of late middle age. True courage, like true faith, is always there. Even when we think it isnt. Can’t thank you enough for this invaluable lesson. It’s what I’ll be most grateful for this Thanksgiving.

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  3. And a bright light is, Emily. Especially this time of the year, in this day and age. We’re all inspired by your work. And frequently, awe inspired! Rob (somehow no longer “Faulkner”)

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