A Lamp at the Window

Mara kept a lamp in her front window because her mother had done the same. It was not decoration. It was a small announcement that someone was awake, someone was waiting, someone would open the door.

Years later, when grief made the house feel larger than it was, she almost stopped turning it on. Then a neighbor knocked and said the light helped her feel less alone on the walk home.

Mara began to pray as she lit the lamp each evening: Lord, let whoever sees this remember they are not forgotten.