My husband says I’m a pyromaniac. I’m not an arsonist, but I do like fire. It’s true; I play with fire, especially in my chimenea on the porch. I burn everything: paper, cardboard, leaves. I even burn wood. Gasp!
My favorite things to light are candles. I have many scattered about the house, and I usually light one on my desk when I’m working there. Scented ones that give off the warm aroma of vanilla or sandalwood are my favorites.
It’s no surprise that when I go to Adoration, I usually light at least one candle, maybe more depending on how many intentions I’m taking to prayer.
This morning was no different. I went to Mass, stayed a while before the Blessed Sacrament and paused a moment before the Blessed Virgin, where I lit several candles for dear ones, each a prayer bound by the light of the flame to the Light of the World.
