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I Am the Lighthouse
A lighthouse is there to guide ships into a safe harbor or back out to sea. It is a navigational beacon. A light in the night. A question posed to me one day by my six-year-old grandson got these mental wheels turning. “Grandma, why do they call a lighthouse a house?”
As I looked into his big, brown, curious eyes, I had a wonderful thought! I am a lighthouse! I am a light to him, guiding his way. I warn him of dangers. I keep him safe from the jagged rocks on shore. He looks to me for the light that guides him. He knows I would not let anything bad happen to him. I shine my light for him. I shine on him and light his way in the darkness.
While explaining to him about the light guiding ships, it occurred to me that every good thing I tell him, I am guiding him to the light. Are we not all lighthouses? Houses of light? Shouldn’t we give our light away, to give someone guidance and hope? Some light to keep them from stumbling in the dark? Some good advice to guide them along?
I could see in his eyes that he was looking for the answer. Searching my face. I was going to tell him something new and good about the world! In turn, he would go tell a classmate about wonderful lighthouses and make someone’s day. They would spread this cool and good knowledge to the next person.
