I am afraid of the dark. My imagination gets going and I can dream up any wickedness you can imagine. When I was a child, I watched one, single, horror movie. I have nightmares of drowning and bodies to this day. My imagination needs no help!
I remember one night when I saw a face in the window. It seemed to my child's mind to be very evil. I saw dark hair and blue eyes. I felt sure that he could see me too and that he wanted me.
For the first time in my very young life, I got to my knees under the covers and prayed. I prayed with all the sincerity of my 5 year old self. I prayed that Heavenly Father would keep the man away and that he could not hurt me. I didn't dare look at the window until much later, but I prayed until I was comforted.
During that prayer, I felt the knowledge come into my mind to know where a flash light was. Tiptoeing silently through the small apartment, I went to he right drawer and pulled the flashlight that I found there, I also pulled some extra batteries. I ran back to bed with that small light and kept it under the covers to protect me from the darkness.
I don't know what my mother thought happened to that small light, but I kept it for many years. I put it carefully between the wall and the bed. As a teenager, it was my reading light and my babysitting light. I used it when I needed to see something and when I needed to feel secure. I also used it when I needed to see my way home in the darkness.
Not only can happiness be found when you remember to turn on the light, but I learned that safety and security could be found also. I learned the God answers prayers, even for very young insecure children, and I learned that I really was loved and watched over.
I learned how to turn on the light.