I grew up in a quaint neighborhood on a meandering street, laden with giant oak trees. Our porch light was on every night, especially if someone in our family was not home. That soft light was always a reminder to me of how much we were loved. It was a welcoming beacon. Many years have passed since then, but to this day I reflect on those wonderful years, where simple things made a beautiful memory. We will have many lights that will guide us during different seasons of our lives. Each serves to remind us that God lights our path wherever we are, and we are never alone.