by Danetta Kellar
Psalm 119:105 Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.
When darkness fell our first night in the remote bush country of Kenya, I was prepared.
The lanterns were full of kerosene, flashlights of various sizes were fresh with new American batteries, and candles lay all in a row on the table, beside them a box of matches sealed nice and dry in a tightly closed jar. I was ready for the inky blackness.
Snug in our little mud house, we felt safe from the darkness as long as there was a source of light.
That is, unless we had to venture outside for any reason. With the descending dusk also fell a helpless feeling of entrapment.