It is 12:30 in the morning, I’m listening to the song “Call Your Name” by Daughtry. I love Daughtry. I have since American Idol. I just happened upon this song on iTunes tonight in my complete boredom. It is, somehow, perfect. I’m thinking about fireflies. I see them on my drive home from work every night, thousands of them. There were more in our yard when I walked to my car to get my iPod. Hundreds of them just flickering in the summer night. It really is beautiful. I remember when I was a little girl running around the backyard trying to catch them on hot summer nights. I was always a little afraid of actually having to hold one, so I may not have tried as hard as I could have to actually catch them. I did, however, catch them. I think my sister always out did me on the number of fireflies actually captured. We used to fill jars with them and then feel bad and let them go. They did look a little creepy and pathetic in those jars…just banging against the glass…trying to get out. I feel a bit like those fireflies tonight….a firefly caught in a jar. I feel like I am in a place I don’t belong and I’m not really sure how I got here, but here I am…banging against the glass. Perhaps I need to surrender to the reality the Lord has put me in this summer, but I can’t help but want to be set free…or to be that little girl again, running around the back yard catching fireflies…
