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My son got to pick a toy out of the treasure box last week at preschool, and for the third week in a row, he brought home an ugly plastic glow-in-the-dark spider. (Because two are not enough.) I was thrilled to see we now had another tiny toy he’d grow attached to, lose, and cry hysterically about when it can’t be found in our always-clean-and-tidy home.

As happened the first two times around, hesprinted to his closet as soon as we got home shouting, “MOMMMM!!! COME ON!!! MOOOMMM!!!! LET’S SEE IF IT WOKS!!!!”

Then, we stood there in his tiny closet, oohing and ahhing together at the faint green glow.

Throughout the next few days, until we lost them all (or “the cleaning lady” threw them away), he’d take one of those spiders into his closet and shout for anyone within earshot to come look. It blew his mind every single time.

But every now and then, he’d notice the glow starting to fade.

He knew what that meant. He’d go set it under the lamp on the side table—it needed to soak up some more light before it could glow again. He’d leave it there for a while, then come grab it, run back to his closet and yell out again, “MOMMMM!!! COME LOOK!!!! IT’S BWIGHT NOW, MOM!!!!”

It never got old.

I’m lying. It did. It did get old.

That spider was MADE to glow, to shine light in dark places. That is its purpose. That’s what makes it awesome. It was created (probably in China) to be a glowing spider, not a boring, un-glowing spider.

Now, you might see that spider laying in the middle of a well-lit room and assume it’s just an everyday, run-of-the-mill plastic spider. If you saw it in the light, you’d never know it was special because IT DOES NOT WORK IN THE LIGHT.

Glow-in-the-light is not a thing, you guys.

Okay, so of course, yes, you know where I’m going with this. We are the spiders. Blah blah blah.

But ALSO. So are our kids. Our kids are (eventually) meant to shine in dark places.

Our prayer is that our home is a place of light. A safe haven. A place that constantly reminds them of their belovedness and their belongingness and their complete and total need for Jesus.

SO THAT . . . 

They can glow.

SO THAT . . . 

They can shine in dark places.

SO THAT . . . 

They can go out among the hurting and the broken and the hopeless and be who they were created to be.

SO THAT . . . 

Someday, we can let go and trust completely (or fake it and pray, at least) that their light will outshine the darkness outside.

But we also know that inevitably the darkness will weigh on them, exhaust them, feel altogether overwhelming and their light will start to fade. Because they are not the source of the light, only the reflector of it.

So they’ll have to plug back into the source. Fill back up with the goodness of a loving God and be reminded of his truths and his promises.

And then, again, we’ll have to let them go. Or, if you’ll indulge my dorkiness, let them glow.

The temptation is to keep them in the light. To hold them close and position them safely in the comfortable, expected, savory, happy, Christian places, where light constantly surrounds them and their light doesn’t feel threatened.

But they can’t glow in the light.

Glow-in-the-light is not a thing, y’all.

We are meant to glow in the dark. And so are so they.

“You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a basket. Instead, they set it on a lampstand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:14-16

“When the scribes who were Pharisees saw Jesus eating with these people, they asked His disciples, ‘Why does He eat with tax collectors and sinners?’ On hearing this, Jesus told them, ‘It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.'” Mark 2:16-17

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Jordan Harrell

Jordan writes about the days with her three kids and wonderful husband to help her get through the days with her three kids and wonderful husband. She's really good at eating chocolate, over-analyzing everything, and forgetting stuff. In 2017, Jordan founded fridaynightwives.com, a blog and boutique that serves as a ministry for coaches' wives. You can find her at jordanharrell.comFacebookInstagram, or Twitter.

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