I’m re-blogging a post by a beautiful young woman who is, among many things, an amazing writer, artist, and teacher. And she’s the oldest daughter of one of my best friends and colleagues. I love her for sharing her thoughts and heart.
“ The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.” John 1:5
I have always felt cliche when I say, “I used to be afraid of the dark.” Or better yet, “I’m still a little afraid of the dark.” Every sleep over, awkward ice breaker or faltering new encounter always somehow gets to this question, and every time there is a cacophony of individuals finding solidarity in this same fear: the darkness. As a child, the dark corners of my room were OBVIOUSLY filled with demons and monsters, and every tree in the dwindling sunset held captive the evil ready to pounce behind it. The dark woods in Beauty and The Beast? Forget about it. Power outage at NIGHT in Jurassic Park? Horrifying. The Nickelodeon show, Are You Afraid Of The Dark? OF COURSE I AM. Even my sweet JZ confessed that he would run…
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