Callum looked out from the utmost promontory, overlooking the bright bay. The mist of the sea brushed past his face and the ocean wind stirred him. He loved the sea, and having lived at the Canterbury Lighthouse almost since he and his twin sister, Cora, were born, he felt naturally attached to it. Growing up in England in 1919, he was aware of the world around him still coming to grips with the war, but he felt no part of it. Instead, he only cared about his sister and his father. Their mother had died while they were very young, but her legacy and her love reverberated throughout the house, filling it still with the love she wished she could have given. It was their father’s duty to oversee the Lighthouse and to keep the lamps running, as well as the passing ships safe.
“What are you doing all alone out here?” Cora called out to him.
“Oh, just sitting and enjoying the fair weather.” he responded in his usual quiet manner.
“It is indeed that. Well, I made breakfast, if your hungry soul should crave any.” She laughed as she turned to walk down from the hill’s crest.
“I’ll be right with you. Where’s father?”
“Oh he’s just tending to the lights, I believe,” she furled her eyebrows, and continued. “He’ll most certainly be ready by the time you’re done here. You did remember that it was today he had to leave, didn’t you?”
“Yes, of course, Cora. Hold on, that was today?”
“Oh silly, yes! He’s going for the medical, yeah? He was coming down with the coughs again.”
“Just a moment more for me,” Callum faintly called as Cora ambled back down to the Lighthouse. Looking back, he had always thought of the it as the place he grew up, where he and Cora had played so many little games running up and down the stairs when they were younger. But now, however, he thought of it as a beacon of hope, of light, shining the way in the fiercest storm or gale.
He and Cora were just finished with their secondary education, and the next step was apprenticeships for both of them. This was another reason their father, Edmund Cromwell, was heading for the nearest town to them, about half a day’s journey from the Lighthouse.
Callum breathed in one last breath of sea air before running to join his sister. He thought of the beauty of the sea by which he lived, but the incredible power and unpredictability of it, as well. The fury of the sea was a force to be reckoned with, and one that had claimed thousands of lives since its creation.
He stepped in through the side door of the small house adjacent to the actual lighthouse, took off his boots, and hung his jacket up on the wooden pegs by the door. Looking around, he noticed that the floor was neatly swept, the table filled with steaming dishes, and by the windows overlooking the ocean hung fresh, linen curtains. He sat down at the table after Cora was seated, and their father came in promptly. “How are my favorite children today?” he grinned.
“We’re wonderful!” Cora responded joyfully, as usual.
“That’s wonderful. And you, Callum?”
“Yes, I’m doing quite well, too; but I only wish you didn’t have to go.”
“Lad, I understand, but it’s only two short days, and you two will get along just fine without me. The,” he paused, and looked at the window, before continuing, “the weather is showing good signs as well!”
“Well, that’s good, isn’t it!”
“Yes, I’m quite glad of that too. Now, shall we commence this splendid feast arranged by the fair Lady Cora?” Edmund, their father, played with her.
“I think we shall!” Cora laughed, spinning her dress as a princess.
Because Cora was learning intently from her mother’s own books, the table was spread with savory scones, tea, lightly buttered toast, sausages, and crumpets. Lastly, after they had tidied the breakfast dishes and met outside the front door of the Lighthouse, Edmund set out on reminding them of all their duties, and how to accomplish them without difficulty. He mentioned to always keep the lights burning, whatever happened. Because there were two entire canisters of carbide, the oil that the lamps ran on, he was unconcerned about how things would go. Another reminder of his was to keep care of the sheep, another occupation that they had. The many lambs, ewes, and rams wandered around almost all of the fertile yet remote island, having an abundance of lush, green grass and a shed to take shelter in as well. His last reminder, however, was of utmost importance.
“Should a storm arise, and a ship become endangered, though I pray it should not happen, you must try to rescue them. It will be dangerous, indeed, extremely perilous, but their lives should not be lost. Should the situation be without hope, though, do not endanger yourself beyond what is necessary, though it break your heart to lose them. Do you understand?”
“Yes, we understand,” Callum said solemnly.
“Ah, I love you both so much!” he said as he gathered them up in his arms and held them close. He got onto his horse, as a vehicle was still far too expensive to buy and there were still no roads that reached out that way, aside from the bridge that connected the small island to the mainland, and the path in front of the neighbor family’s house, several miles away. Smiling, he said again, “Goodbye, and I love you!”
Callum and Cora smiled and shouted many kindnesses back to him as he turned and rode away. The afternoon wound on, and they busied themselves with the many chores and jobs they had been tasked with. Cora prepared them dinner, and they maintained a close watch on the oil in the lamps above to ensure that everything would run smoothly. Their first day alone closed with a beautiful sunset on the horizon, and they decided to take turns sleeping while the other watched the lights and the bay. Rested to an extent, they proceeded to accomplish the next day’s chores as a beautiful, foggy morning dawned on them both. Unfortunately, it was that day when everything went completely and unmercifully wrong.
As Callum was herding the sheep into a different paddock, he noticed a sudden change in the air. Goosebumps ran down his arms and spine, as a chill wind had replaced the warm sea breeze. He had been taught him, and that was a warning sign, the threat of an oncoming storm. Turning, and looking out over the bay, the billowing, gray clouds and sheets of violent rain formed a line that was easily visible to Callum as a dangerous cold front. Upon hearing the deep, faint rumble of thunder that heralded its swift approach, he took alarm, for it was evident that it was a full-on tempest headed straight for them, and they would have to weather it and warn of its nearing themselves. He urgently herded the sheep back towards the shed with the use of their trusty sheep dog, and hurried back to the Lighthouse to warn Cora.
“Cora! There’s a massive storm headed this way right now! I reckon it’ll be only one to two hours before it hits us hard. Have you heard from Father?”
Her smile evaporated as her eyes widened, and she asked, “What do we have to do? Do we need to inform anyone? No, I haven’t, not since this morning. He was going to be riding the ferry back from the city to the township, where he stabled his horse. Callum, that would be just about now!”
“Oh my goodness, yes. You’re right. No, but we need to keep the radio line open, and listen to everything that comes through. Listen for Dad trying to communicate with us, for ships passing through, and weather information. I fear that we’re already too late in noticing, so we need to get going. Dad’s not here, so we’ll have to prepare for the worst on our own.”
“So it’s up to us to manage the Lighthouse, and us alone?” Cora’s tone of voice rose for a moment, saying, “Callum, how can we do that? Father prepared us for normal maintenance, not for a tempest!”
“I don’t know, Cora! There isn’t anybody else that’s close enough and knows what to do, so yes, we’ll have to manage by ourselves. I don’t myself know what to do, but we’ll just have to figure it out. We need to ready everything for it, and we’ve only got less than an hour now!”
“Well then, let’s get started,” Cora determined, nervous thoughts and “what if’s” settling down in the back of their minds.
As the wind picked up, and the temperature dropped considerably, they set to work as best they could with little experience and no time to spare. Callum battened down the hatches on the shed, supplied the animals with fresh food and water, as well as shuttering the windows on the house. He also fastened the shingles on the roof and ran out to the shed to pull in the remaining cans of oil for the lights, when he realized something detrimental to the Lighthouse. “Cora!” he called back to the house.
“Whatever’s the matter?” she cried out from the door as she ran over to him.
“There’s no carbide left!”
“Oh my word. How long will whats left in there now last?” Cora asked, but Callum shook his head.
“The lights are set to burn brighter in storms, otherwise they’re barely visible. The amount in there now is already flickering out,” he said as he peeked around her at the fading beam. “We would’ve had enough, but the one of the cans was punctured, and every bit of it leaked out.”
“Well, can we fuel them with something else?”
“No, I’m afraid not. They’ll only run on carbide.”
“Well, we have to figure out something!” She glanced around frantically. “We can’t let the light go out! The ships will be blind to the danger, and if they can’t see the light, they’ll be dashed to pieces on the rocks.”
“I know, Cora!” he raised his voice, getting frustrated. “Unless we try that Will fellow on the next place over, there’s nothing else to do! His family has that old lamp back behind their house, so maybe they have some carbide.”
“I’ll bet they do!” Cora replied, getting slightly more enthusiastic despite their predicament. She started up again with, “In fact, I’ll ride over there right now to get it from him.”
Callum rolled his eyes as she took off in a flurry and mounted her horse to head to Will’s farm, several miles away. Will Taylor was about Cora and Callum’s age, yet for some reason, Callum did not like him. Not in the least. Why, he did not know. Perhaps it was his sister’s quirkiness around him. Anyways, if he had the carbide, than that was excellent news indeed. Callum snapped out of his thoughts and scrambled to complete the last few jobs around the area. He was shuttering the windows on the house when he felt it. Raindrops- the beginning of the torment. The storm had reached them faster than even he had thought it would, and they weren’t prepared for it yet. He prayed that Cora would be able to secure some oil from Will, and quickly.
In due time, Cora reached the Taylor family farm, and slowed her bolting horse to a stop. Upon feeling the dreaded plops of rain on her skin, she swung herself down from the beautiful horse’s back and raced to the front door. Cora pounded on the wood, and it was swiftly opened by Will. “Well, hello Cora!” he said, unaware of their plight.
“Uh, hi, Will!” she fidgeted awkwardly for a second before continuing, “We really need some help. Do you have any carbide on you?”
“Well, no. I got some on that old flannel shirt a few days ago, but my mum walked that out.”
“No, no,” Cora laughed, “Do you and your family have any stored away?”
“Oh, by all means, it’s out in the back shed, if you want to follow me. My parents will understand completely. What’s so important?”
“The Lighthouse’s lamps are about to run out of fuel and there’s a massive storm moving in right now,” Cora said pressingly
He glanced upwards and said, “Yeah, I noticed that. Looks like a good old thunder plump. I’m assuming that’s not excellent without a functioning Lighthouse, is it?”
“No, Will, it isn’t.” she said as they wandered into the old shed. Will swatted at the cobwebs that hung down and traipsed over to where the two cans of carbide, or acetylene gas, were. He pulled them both up and attempted to display his strength to Cora, but gave up and helped her cart the two cans out to her horse.
“This isn’t quite going to work,” Will said with a dissatisfied tone. “We need to put it on a wagon or something, because we can’t just sling it over the horse’s back. I’ll drive them over in the wagon. It’s all hitched up already anyways.”
“Okay, that sounds great. Thanks so much Will!”
“It’s no problem, for you,” Will said back.
Cora blushed and took off on her horse, while Will followed close behind her. Cora hastened on with all the speed she could muster.
Back at the Lighthouse, Callum looked out anxiously for Cora’s return, but was quickly distracted by the sudden change in weather. The air all around him changed, and the skies were rapidly darkening in every direction. After about ten minutes, he finally saw Cora approaching, a cloud of dust behind her. She swung down from her mount and quickly housed him back in the stable. “Did you get it?” Callum called out to her as she fought the blustery wind to close the door.
“Yes, Will’s on his way with it right now.”
“Oh, that is good news! I hope he gets here quickly though, because I’m afraid that the storm is about to let loose.” They ran inside and grabbed their rain gear and rain boots. Hearing a wagon outside, the pair rushed out to meet Will with the load. The two boys unloaded the two cartons of fuel and lugged them over to the bottom of the Lighthouse stairs.
“This is going to be a job!” Will said in his special way. Callum ignored him and instead pressed ahead with the uphill battle. While the boys struggled to lift the cans up the long flight of stairs to the top, Cora looked out on the bay worriedly. It was shaping up to be a storm quite unlike any she had experienced before. She only prayed that they and any ships out there would make it through safely. She ran over to the radio to signal if there were any ships out there. Cora shuddered when she heard the reply that there was one that was about to pass their location in twenty minutes. The strip of coast was one of the most treacherous in the UK and they still didn’t have their lamps functional. If they couldn’t maintain functionality by the time the ships got there, it would be an almost hopeless situation. She heard a shout of victory from the boys upstairs, but knew only too well that the true battle was still right in front of them.
The boys, meanwhile, had lugged the canisters of oil up the stairs. They looked out of the windows and saw a small sailboat cross into view with two people on it. They watched in horror as a wave upended the boat and crashed it onto a rock in the bay. Startled into action, the boys took off down the stairs. “Will you help me? There’s a rowboat down by the dock!” Callum shouted. “Cora!”
“Callum there’s a ship coming in ten minutes! We need to get those lights functional right now!” She called out with great alarm as he landed frantically at the foot of the stairs.
“Oh my word, Cora, there’s already something in the bay! A flare shot up, so there’s somebody down there in distress! Cora, whatever you have to do to get the lights working, do it now!” He yelled and dashed out of the door, with Will following shortly behind him.
“Can I help?” Will called out as he chased Callum to the lowest point of the cliffs overlooking the bay.
“If you can swim, then yes.” Callum said solemnly as they ran through the torment, the driving rain beating down on them hard. He mailed them for the stairs that led down to the dock at sea level. They kept close to the cliff side of the stairs as the waves were coming on with fierceness that endangered their lives. They completed the treacherous flight of wooden stairs and scrambled down the slippery dock to the rowboat.
It was being thrown up and down, but was still tied up to the dock regardless. Callum dove into the small boat with perfect timing and bailed some of the water out. Will untied the boat and jumped for it, landing on his side in the boat and rolling. Callum steadied him, and they began rowing with all their earthly might. As they slowly began making headway into the torment, Callum steered them in the direction he hoped was right.
Back at the Lighthouse, Cora flew up the stairs to the lamps and looked out upon the tempest. Visibility was low, and she couldn’t even see the bay. All she could see was the occasional lightning strike in the sky, and the onslaught of relentless rain. She pried her focus away from the storm and the rescue, and turned to the lamps. Initially, she really thought she knew how they worked, so she gave it a whirl. Underneath the lamps was a mechanism that powered it, and also what looked like a cap for fuel. She dragged the canister over and undid the cap.
Tilting it ever so carefully and slightly, she began to pour the carbide in, refueling the lamps. However, when it was full, they wouldn’t turn on, no matter what she tried. Panicked, she stepped away, unsure of what to do next, especially with time running out.
After battling the waves for several minutes more, Callum and Will heard a faint cry for help rise up from slightly to the right of them. Callum swung the rowboat around towards a terrible sight. A small sailboat was dashed to pieces, and the survivors, from what Callum could see, were an older man and a young girl, about his own age. The man cling to the sea arch with all the strength he could muster, his arm outstretched for her, but she couldn’t reach. Callum hated to admit it, but they couldn’t take the rowboat close enough to the rocks to reach the girl, for he could tell by its rock formation that there were bound to be more beneath the water. They rowed over to the man, and Will pulled him up into the boat, but just then, a massive wave struck and Callum was swept over into the ocean.
Will rowed the boat away from the rocks, terror setting in on his mind. Did he stay, or go, or return with help, or jump in to save him? He had the answer to his question when Callum emerged from the water, spluttering and coughing.
“I’ll get the girl, stay there!” he yelled out quickly as he dove towards the rocks. His hands collided with one of them, causing immense pain and bruising to him, but also signaling that he had reached his destination. “Is anyone here?” He called out amidst the tempest, Suddenly, he had the feeling that he should look around further. He then looked underneath the waves, and to his dismay, there was the girl, floating silently down.
Will looked at the man across from him in the boat, and put forth his best yet futile efforts to keep the vessel stationary. Try as he might to keep it close to the same spot, it was continually pushed violently away from it. The man was in rough shape, clearly battered by the shipwreck. His focus momentarily stolen from the storm by the sight of him, Will snapped out of it just as a massive wave unloaded on the small rowboat with a tumultuous crash. It threw the two individuals out into the tempest and capsized even the rowboat itself. Will knew that chances were slim and that, should they survive the waters, they wouldn’t survive the rest of the storm without the small boat. Even more importantly, they wouldn’t be able to see the shore if the lights weren’t fixed, and they would never make it without that guidance. Will looked over at the man, trying to tread water. He returned his gaze to the sinking boat and took a deep breath.
Callum inhaled again and dove for the girl, the pressure squeezing on his ears. However, he didn’t even care right then as he knew her life was in great danger. He put his arm under hers and, running out of air rapidly, struggled for the surface with her. She was unconscious, and Callum grew alarmed as the reality of their plight began to sink in. They needed the light, something to draw them through the storm. There was little hope for them if they didn’t have it. After what felt like minutes to him, he reached the torrential surface, and gasped for what little air he could catch. He blinked hard, gasping desperately for more air. He tried to keep the girl’s head above the surface and in the air, but it was a struggle to keep his own head above it. Looking around wildly, he strived for the direction from which they’d come, knowing little of the struggles the others were also having.
Will powered against the weight of the boat and toppled it over, again sitting right-side-up. He took a deep breath, thanked the man for his assistance in pushing it upright again, and bailed some water out of it once more. He tried desperately to heave himself up into it, but failed. After several further attempts, however, he succeeded, turning to assist the man. It was no easy feat for him to get up by himself, but it was far easier with someone else there to help. He hoisted the man upwards and together they barreled some more water out. In the time that it had taken them to mount up again, the torment had pushed them far away from their original location. In so doing, they’d lost their bearings, as the lighthouse was the only source of direction, and it was still not on.
Cora was about to scream with panic from the dilemma, but decided not to, as nobody could hear her anyways. Although she normally didn’t handle stressful situations very calmly, she tried to keep it together. The lights had never run out of fuel before, and she hadn’t the faintest idea how to restart them. She looked around for a cord, a switch, lever, anything. She eventually found the cord, or rather, what she hoped was the right cord, and gave it a yank. “Oh, shoot,” She said when she realized just how problematic it would be. She stepped back, gave it a yank, then another pull, and another, until finally she gave it enough of a kick to begin generating power. She stepped backwards and looked up. The lights gave a little flicker, short and faint, then a longer one, and at long last began rotating with its clear, bright light that Lighthouses were known for. Pulling her hood over her head and stepped outside to look out on the storm.
Callum swam towards the arch, completely lost as to all direction. He held the girl up, and felt for a pulse, which he found, relieved. They had to get back to the shore, to solid ground, otherwise they wouldn’t last. He clutched at the arch, and pulled them both up ever so slightly, just enough that they could breathe for a moment, and touch something solid, something firm. He suddenly felt a ray of hope coursing through his veins, and the lights of the Lighthouse came on with full luminance. He peered over to his right, parallel to the coast, and saw the faint outline of the rowboat, with two people in it. Even the storm subsided ever so slightly, as if it was afraid of the light. As Callum clung there grasping at the slippery and jagged rocks, he came across a profound truth. Light and dark are opposites, and when you’re in the light, the dark cannot affect you. There is no amount of darkness that can darken light, but light can’t help illuminating darkness. He had a new energy about him now, a new hope, and carried the girl with one of his arms as he swam for the boat.
“Will? Help!” came a voice breaking through into Will’s foggy mind. He turned, shocked, and saw Callum with a girl in his arms, swimming as best he could towards the rowboat, coughing water and splashing an awful ton. It was an epic feat to swim safely in a storm like that on any old day, but with an unconscious girl in your care, it made it even harder. After Will had rowed the boat closer and Callum had helped the girl’s limp body up into the boat, Callum realized too late just how much he’d drained his own energy in those ten rough minutes. His arm slipped from the boat and he began to sink down, yet Will reached out and rescued him at the perfect time. Will pulled him up, and while Callum coughed up a lot of water, he soon returned to alertness and took his place in the rowboat. The father cradled his daughter in his arms, and Callum looked away from the Lighthouse and out to the sea. Seeing faintly the second ship go by, free of the danger, and warned by the Lighthouse, he breathed a sigh of relief. Will looked back too, and smiled, “Mission accomplished.”
Callum smiled and nodded, simply too exhausted to say anything else, and they continued on until they could reach the dock. They tied up the trusty rowboat and disembarked from the epic journey. The storm slowed to a drizzle as they secured the boat and headed up the stairs. The man carried the girl in his arms, and the boys helped each other, battered and bruised, up the seemingly eternal ascent of stairs. They all quietly came inside and Cora arrived promptly down at the root of the stairs up into the Lighthouse. Cora looked at Will and Callum for a moment, giggled slightly, but then snapped back into a serious face when the other two came in. She ran down the passage to her bedroom, where the blankets and wraps were stored, and came hurrying out with plenty to go around. She also put on a teapot with water to boil, and pulled a cot out of Callum’s room.
Callum moved close to the radiators and soon began to warm up. Relatively quickly he was feeling well enough to help out a flustered Cora. He pulled up some extra chairs to the table and made some coffee for the five of them. The girl was lying on the cot, warm yet still unconscious, so Cora used the telephone to call out for the nearest doctor. Callum and Will, being warm now, sat down to talk with the man. “My name’s Callum Cromwell. My sister, Cora, and I, we live here with my father, the caretaker. He had to go into town for a couple days, but I suppose that was bad timing!”
The man sat down to one of the chairs at the table and took a sip of coffee before responding gratefully, “A pleasure. My name’s Leland Carmichael, and my daughter’s name is Jemma. I must thank you boys for our rescue; you risked your lives to save ours, and I, I can’t thank you enough.”
Callum looked over at Jemma, still asleep, and said, “How you came, who, uh… Sorry. Why were you out in the storm?” His thoughts were increasingly muddled as he thought of her, for reasons he wasn’t quite sure of yet.
“Well, we were sailing, something we always do occasionally, you know, just to feel the ocean breeze and take a break from it all. Jemma especially likes it. Very smart, that girl, and pretty. Ever since my wife, her mother died, all we’ve had is each other and God, but that’s just fine. He’s protected us every time, and even when bad things happen, as they often do, He sends rescue. Anyways, we were pretty far away from home when we noticed the storm, but that’s when I made a mistake. I thought that we could make it back to our home before it struck, but I was very wrong. We were coming into your bay just as the storm got tremendously bad, and there we were, right in the thick of it when our boat was dashed on the rocks.”
Callum nodded, his thoughts incredibly provoked by his words. After some coffee and a biscuit, everyone was very exhausted. Callum and Cora exchanged farewells with Will as he left to return to his own home for some sleep, as everything was now safe and sound. Callum, who used to not like Will very much, now felt they were becoming friends, and in time, could possibly become the best of them. The doctor soon arrived and checked on Jemma, and declared that while she would need a week or so to rest and recover, she would be okay. They smiled and he gave her an injection to help, concluded his care, and left about an hour after his arrival. They all soon decided that they simply could not go on without sleep any longer, as it was by then well past the middle of the night, and they were all beyond exhausted. Jemma’s father remained at her side throughout the night, a fatherly love that could not be dissuaded by sleep. The twins, however, gave way and caught some rest in their bedrooms.
Callum rose to the smell of coffee wafting through the Lighthouse. He roused himself and met Leland and Cora, who was the one to tend it the coffee. Leland peered up at Callum as he sat in the corner looking out at the sunrise from a small window. He sipped some coffee and smiled at him, pushing over a platter of scones in his direction. “Hello lad,” he spoke.
“Why, hello there!” Callum gratefully accepted a scone and looked over at Cora, who was cleaning the dishes. After briefly glancing over at the empty cot, he asked, “Where’s Jemma, Mr. Carmichael?”
“Oh, I believe she went upstairs to the top of the Lighthouse.”
“Is it alright if I go speak with her?”
“No, lad, that’s fine.” He consented.
Callum smiled and finished his scone before heading up to the overlook, the peak of the Lighthouse. Just as Callum reached the top of the long and spiraling flight of stairs, Will arrived on horseback at the front door for a friendly visit, and to see how things just to check in and see how things were going. Callum, however, caught his breath at the top. Looking through the glass towards the bay, he saw Jemma, wrapped in a shawl, standing on the overlook. Her long, thin, blonde hair flew in the breeze. His heart fluttered for a second, but he opened the glass door gingerly and stepped outside. “Hi, I’m uh, I’m Callum.”
She spun her head towards him. “It’s nice to formally meet you, Callum.” She creased her forehead and continued, “I don’t have any words to describe my gratitude for what you did for me, and my father.”
“That’s awfully kind of you to say, but I don’t think it was just us out there. I think there was someone bigger out there with us, holding us and carrying us through.”
“Me too. I’m, uh, sure my father told you my name already, but it’s Jemma.”
“Yes, he did, but it’s really nice to meet you, you know, awake,” he smiled.
She smiled slightly, and turned back towards the sea. “I’ve never had an experience like that before. It makes you think about life a whole other way.”
Cora and Will peeked through the door, and came on out. “Hey,” Cora waved. Callum smiled as the pair walked over and leaned by the railing on the other side of Callum, Cora to his left, Will beside her, and Jemma to Callum’s right.
Callum looked out on the bay, and said softly to Jemma, “Me either. It does, it changes you. It changed all of us.”
Cora nudged Callum and pointed out as their father’s horse cantered over to the shed with him on it. “We’ll have quite the story to tell him, now, won’t we?”
“For certain,” Callum replied and chuckled. As he looked out over the water, he felt a strange sense of urgency. His thoughts began to spill out as words, and he said, “Last night, we were all a part of something amazing. I believe it was nothing short of a miracle. We were without hope last night, until the lights shone the way. I believe that God has a plan for all of us, regardless of our age. The world, like the storm, is so dark sometimes. But there is hope. This is something that came to me last night in the midst of the darkness and gale. ‘There is no amount of darkness that can darken light, but only light can’t help but illuminate it.’ I think, by striving after God’s ways and each other, we can-“
“-Be the light,” Jemma finished.