The Father of Lights-Off!

This weekend, Ken took Cole on a father/son retreat.  On Friday night after the kids were in bed, I was sitting in the living room downloading some iTunes, when suddenly I had a strange feeling.  It wasn’t so much that I missed Ken (though I did); it was more of an acute awareness that he was not there.
 
“What’s the difference?” I asked myself.  Often Ken goes to bed before me (he also gets up WAY before me), and so it’s not unusual for me to be alone in the living room after dark.  Suddenly I knew what it was:  It wasn’t dark!  In fact, it was very, very light.  The two story entry lights were burning, along with the living room, kitchen, laundry room, and hallway lights.  This display of our electrical output capacity is something you’d never see if Ken were home.  He turns off lights constantly. 
 
More than once, I have found myself in the storage room, completely blinded because Ken has, unknowingly, flicked off the hallway light.  Just before guests arrive, I often walk around turning on lamps to create an inviting atmosphere.  Unless I say something, Ken trails behind me turning them all off.  If you’re not using a light bulb to see something in particular, he sees absolutely no reason for it to be consuming energy. 
 
So there I was, all by myself, in a completely lit house.  Out of respect for my dear husband, I quickly turned off all but the lamp beside me.  But I had to laugh at the conspicuous difference in our home without Ken.  Father of lights, he is not. 
 
Ken and I are as different as night and day… or in this case, light and dark.  Only light or only dark would bring catastrophe to our world.  God combined light and dark to make a very good day, and he combined Ken and me to make a very good couple.