I got a new light for my dining room soon after I moved into my house. My son, the ceramic engineer, installed it for me. I loved it. I love it. It sparkles like diamonds. It reminds me that my life has been like a lump of coal that under pressure and time turned into a diamond. And now I sparkle and shine. It is one of my favorite things.
But sometime last spring it stopped working, this light fixture. It didn't sparkle, it didn't shine, it didn't even light up. My son assumed that hi installation was faulty. So, he didn't offer to come look at it. I was reluctant to call someone because of the pandemic and I didn't know an electrician. I waited. I thought about what to do. I prayed about what to do.
Then the pandemic became this thing that wasn't ending. And I decided that if I hired a licensed electrician, a named company, that I might pay a little more, but it could be fixed. So, last week I did that. I got the light fixed. It sparkles and shines.
I hadn't realized how much I missed having that light. I thought that it wasn't that important. But, daylight savings time has ended and it gets dark early. Now I can do a puzzle on the table again. Now I could even have people over for dinner. Light. It is better than darkness.
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