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| The Blaring Lights In The Night on Little Utah Farm image thanks to David Vives |
We moved from Whittier, California, a suburb of Los Angeles to Iron County Utah where some neighborhoods did not have street lights. We loved the dark skies at night. We could see so many stars and sometimes the Milky Way angled over our farm.
And then a new home was built behind us which had 5 bright night lights along the front of their home that were on from dawn to dusk. The lights flooded our dark neighborhood like the Las Vegas strip. The way the home was situated the lights shined right through onto our bedroom walls and into our dresser mirror which magnified the light. I could o longer see the Milky Way nor could we doze off looking at the bright stars in the night sky.
Emotions of anger and resentment filled me till I was so uncomfortable I prayed to have this anger taken from me. And thankfully I became relieved and had a calming acceptance, peace, about the situation. Husband and I chose a towel to hang on the window to block the harsh light. The next morning I awoke with a clear mind and peaceful heart. That night, the lights were off. It was dark and for a week it was dark. Husband looked at me and said they must have heard you. I smiled.
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| At Dawn. The Bright Lights In The Night were extinguished. Image by Deborah Moen @ Little Utah Farm |
At dawn I opened my eyes with my head still on the pillow and saw the light beginning to appear above the mountains. Where blaring lights once were, I see subtle red Christmas lights, celebrating the birth of Jesus, adorning the rim of the new house making the scene so beautiful. I had to take a picture to share with you. I felt such peace and appreciation.
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| Glorious subtle Christmas Lights at Dawn Image by Deborah Moen @ Little Utah Farm Update: Husband just came home. He said, " You loved the red lights so much I bought you some" |
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| Deborah Moen @ Little Utah Farm |
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Until then,
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” – Henry David Thoreau
