Hi all,
I thought I would have a new format by now but
life seems to have conspired to make life difficult for my IT department. So I thought I would
begin to introduce the concept that we are working on. As I said before, the
new name for the blog is going to be The Porch Light…shedding some light. With the thought of Motel 6’s ad “We Will
Leave the Porch Light On…” As light fades and night makes progress difficult, you are drawn to light. We thought some night time ambiance would be
appropriate so you can expect something along these lines! Maybe a little darker and with some stars...
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The Back Story: I became an author accidentally,
sort of. I promised John Sandford that I would take his teaching on burden
bearing and go deeper, further with it. But I was a teacher and never took the time to hear God’s
heart on it...so I sat on the idea for years. Then in 1995 I survived a major MS
attack…and began to write to save my sanity during the recovery.
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So I am working away on the business plan that I
have no idea how to use when He shows up again. I can’t “see” Him with my
physical eyes but can sense His presence and He is grinning at me. Taking the
pencil from between my teeth I say, “I’m glad you are enjoying this.” I keep
typing. God keeps grinning.
“Would you mind terribly if I changed my porch
light?” Alluding to a conversation we had while writing The Mystery of Spiritual Sensitivity. In Matthew 5 Jesus said that a
believer is a city on a hill. At the time, I told God that was way too much
light. I didn’t have the capacity to give off that much light—could He find a
metaphor that was smaller, more my size? So He asked if I would be His porch
light. That felt just right.
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But now He was asking if He could change the
light. I said that it was His light, and to feel free. He didn’t move to change
it. Just kept grinning and watching me work. Then, “How about I make it a flood
light?” At that point I stopped working, leaned my head back in my recliner and
laughed out loud in an “empty room!” What could He possibly be thinking?
So that is the back story about this name change
for the connectwithcarolbrown blog. I
still feel more comfortable with the usual meaning of a porch light—just enough
light to see to find your keys, enough so you don’t stumble and fall. But a flood light? I’ve figured out that God
is more interested in my maturing into the image of Christ than my comfort. We
will work it out.
I want The Porch Light to be a place where
those who are lost can find their way home, feel safe coming in out of the
dark. I want those who have been wounded to find comfort and healing. And I
really want those who are highly sensitive and thought there was something WRONG with them to find that maybe half
of the craziness they feel isn’t even their own!
So feel free to come in out of where you have
hidden and join me on the porch for a bit. Like coffee? I make French
Roast—straight up. I have sweetener but no cream. Hubbie drinks goat milk. You don’t
want to try that in your coffee!
Blessings,
Carol Brown…shedding
some light
