Fires in the Night

One of my favorite things about summer is seeing the fireflies light up the night sky. I’ll start looking as early as May to see if they’re out yet. I always get a little giddy when I see one or two light up for the first time.

Tonight, I went out onto the deck and looked over my back yard: a hill covered in tall grasses and overgrown weeds slopes down to the creek shaded by trees where my siblings and I have spent many a long afternoon splashing and laughing. As I gazed over this place, filled to the brim with memories, my breath was sucked away by the little bugs, dancing and lighting up the sky like fires in the night, sometimes lighting up together.

I’m not sure why I love fireflies so much. Maybe it’s because they remind me of a child-like whimsy that still believes in dragons ans magic. Maybe they bring back memories of my childhood.

Like I said, I’m not sure why I love them so much. All I know is they give me a great sense of awe at the creation God allows us to live in, to experience and be refreshed by. But most of all, I’m in awe of a God who decided to make some bugs glow and blink.