Cling

“I guess we won’t be able to get recessed lights for the living room,” I sighed. One by one, the two floor lamps we had used for lighting had broken. Only a lone table lamp now lit the room.

Our home is a 1950’s rancher that we’ve been remodeling. We had planned to install recessed lighting in the spring, but our vehicle had needed some major work, so we decided to put it off until autumn.

Now, autumn was quickly passing. It was getting dark earlier each day. And it was starting to look like we’d need a lot more than recessed lighting to get us through the long gloomy winter.

My husband, Josh, had just received the news we’d been anticipating for some weeks. Like many others in our struggling economy, he no longer had a job. His company was closing its doors.

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