The creepiest place our family ever visits, is our mini storage unit. We seem to always go at night, when there's not a soul around. The enormous facility is the biggest I've ever seen, and quite modern. The super long hallways are dark, and motion sensors turn lights on and off as you walk. A glance in either direction, as you pass by the multiple intersecting hallways, leaves you expecting to see a character from a horror movie, who knew you were coming and has been waiting. So last night, Steve and I were nearby, and we decided to stop in and pick up our Christmas tree. After stepping into the elevator, signs warned us that the lights were not working on the 2nd and 3rd floors, and we'd need a flashlight. We began to laugh hysterically, not knowing if we were really brave enough to continue on.
"Let us go die now, shall we?" I cackled.
The elevator dumped us off on floor #2, and I tried to hold the doors open for a few extra seconds, not wanting to give up the light. Once the doors slammed shut, we noticed an eerie glow nearby. They had suspended some kind of dim work light from the ceiling. While it did provide some light, it was mostly creepy. Then we began to walk. After a couple of turns, we realized there were no other lights provided. We had a cellphone flashlight that was gonna die any second, and expose us to the unknowns of the darkness. This atmosphere was a ghost's dream. The deafening sound of our lonely footsteps, rattling the metal flooring, was all that could be heard. After a very long walk, the faint white light from the cell phone barely revealed our mini storage number. Then it took Steve several agonizing minutes of searching to find the right key.
"Amy, Hold the light steady. I can't see what I'm doing!"
"Well, you told me to periodically shine the light in every direction!"
We couldn't see more than 3 feet in front of us, or behind us, or beside us. Soon we had our tree and I was saying, "Oh, I'll get the wreath! Grab that box of lights, too!" Then we speedily locked the unit back up and RAN as fast as we could with a big box of fake tree and other relevant decor.
Thankfully we survived our ill-lighted adventure. But if my beloved fuzzy, red cardinal ornament doesn't turn up, we'll be going back. I just hope Steve will store our stuff in the garage after Christmas, which is also very scary, but lit.
Psalm 119:105 "Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." I am so glad that as we spin around on this crazy planet, we don't have to be overwhelmed by the darkness and uncertainty. God's Word lights our path and reveals to us all the right and wrong turns, dangers, bumps, and rocks in the road. It enables us to safely and successfully navigate the path He's made for us. It's a light that will not go out when you need it most. In fact, it is then, that it will glow brighter.
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