Up a meandering road lined in giant oak trees, was my childhood home.  In the evening our porch light was always on, especially if someone in our family was expected home.  In my teenage years this light took on a special meaning to me and has remained a beautiful part of my memories.  That soft, shining light was a welcoming beacon, and spoke volumes to me that my family loved me and was waiting for my safe return.

In sweet comparison, I think of our Heavenly Father, whose light always shines for us in every step we take.  He will continually make sure our lamps are full of oil as we seek His love and ask Him for guidance on this, our earthly journey. I know with a deep surety that we will never be lost if we follow Him.