☆⨟ The Light & The Lighthouse

The dead silence is fractured as the creaking sound of a rocking chair echoes in an empty room. A lone elderly woman stares off into the distance with hard, glassy eyes. They have seen better days. The wrinkles that adorn her face run deep like the dense sorrow that dwells in her shattered heart. Her soul leaks with a thousand regrets, but yet is filled with a million memories. Linda Fuller’s chapped lips part ever so slightly, letting out a subtle sigh. Their years together seemed to have vanished like a tiny flame in the eye of a storm. This upcoming August would have been the celebration of their 50th anniversary. Her husband Millard Fuller had passed on to a better place; leaving behind a massive footprint to those he was able to give shelter for. A saddened smile tickled her lips as her mind took the deep journey through memory lane. He was a millionaire by the age of 30, but his heavy heart did not allow him to enjoy this wealth selfishly. Instead of basking in his riches until his golden years, he had decided to give this up. The smile on Linda’s face continued to increasingly grow. In her dark orbs she could see the massive houses now. It was like these houses were crafted for the sole purpose of touching the tip of the heavens. Millard donated the majority of his wealth o a blessed Christian charity that constructed houses for those who desperately needed it. These shelters were something that both Fuller’s were extremely proud of. The ever-growing network provided fresh, lavish houses for more than 1.5 million needy individuals. Linda’s eyes gazed out into the window that streamed what little light was able to filter into the empty room. She knew that like the sun that rose every morning, her beloved husband’s activities would continuously shine a beaker of hope to those who were less fortunate. He would be the light, and she would be the lighthouse.