Behind the Story: Miss Light

January 22, 2017

I don’t really feel like I can take credit for writing the “Miss Light” story because it came to be while I was half asleep. Saturday night around 3am, I experienced sleep paralysis and woke myself up exerting so much energy trying to turn over.

“Write about your friendship with God,” a voice in my head said.
“What?! How the heck am I supposed to do that?” I thought back.
“Don’t worry, I got you. Grab your notebook.”

And out came the story about Miss Light, who is not a real person, rather the personification of the Holy Spirit.

My mom and I had a conversation about her in the car when I was seven-years-old, and that’s when I accepted Jesus as my Lord and personal savior. (I got baptized when I was 14.)

Miss Light’s house is church.

Her bread is the “bread of life.”

Also, I never actually said Miss Light sent me a text message. I said, “My phone buzzed.” I didn’t realize this until after I wrote the story, and I was kind of amazed.

I hope you have an opportunity to reread the story with this new information. 🙂

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On this blog, I’m sharing some of my personal memories of pain, shame and embarrassment. Hopefully they help you in some way.

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