LIGHT IN DARKNESS 


By Tessa Harvey


Phil was in a plane high above the clouds, coming home from his school trip to France. He had missed his family. The rudeness of some of the boys had shocked him. Phil realised he had been looking down on his parents for being old.

The moon flooded the clouds with silver. The beauty was awesome. Suddenly he was aware of the Presence of God. It was very strong. A voice seemed to say: "Pray for your family. They need you." He glanced around at his school mates. They were all asleep, bathed in the soft moonlight.

The young boy began to pray. He had been upset when Simone left, but now felt an awareness that they would be re-united. In his heart he felt Peace and a great stillness. He closed his eyes, resting in God.

GLAD:
My daughter's eyes flickered open and rested on me. "Mum?" she said questioningly, hopefully. Thank God, no brain damage. It had taken the doctors a while to determine what drugs Simone had ingested.

I had talked to her a lot these last few days and this was her first response. "Can I come home? Will you let me? I'm sorry."
"Of course you can." I gripped her hand. Bill walked in just then and was joyfully surprised. "Hey Si," he said, "lovely to see you awake!" He looked so happy, the lines of sadness and grief disappearing as he smiled.

Lois and Phil followed him into the room. It wasn't a well-chosen place for our family to get together, but it did not matter.

We were finally together. It felt wonderful. Even Lois' habitual scowl had softened and Phil looked relieved and happy.

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