Kitchen Faith

The kitchen light in my house this year is a bit funky.
You turn it on and a few seconds later the light comes on.
At first I didn't like it.
I would stand in the doorway and wait for the light before I went in.

But now I know what is in the kitchen.
I know that the light will come on.
Because I flicked the switch.
So I just walk in now.
And wait for the light.
It always comes.

Sometimes when I pray, nothing happens. I don't feel anything or see anything change.
People are still hurting, the cancer is getting worse, friendships aren't getting better.
The light doesn't come on.
But I know I prayed.
And I know my God hears me.
And loves me.
So it's okay to keep walking.
Into the dark.
Because the light is coming.
it's coming.