Tell Me a Story about … a Flashlight

Every child remembers his first flashlight. His thoughts may have gone something like this: How long do batteries last? How bright will it shine in my bedroom? I can read in the dark after I go to bed! Mom won’t see the light if I hide under the covers! How long do batteries last?6-11-18 Main

Although I don’t recall many different flashlights when I was young, today’s stores abound with them. Pink ones to delight a little girl’s heart. Camouflage for hunters. Some connect to keychains to shine on locks at night, and some include flashers to signal emergencies.

As for uses, giving light in the dark remains most important. Who wants to bump into walls and furniture while navigating at night to the bathroom?

And what about flashlight tag? What fun to stay up after dark, make sure our flashlights have fresh batteries, step outside, and turn off all other forms of light. Then, we walk quietly to hide—not running as in normal tag—while the person who is “it” listens. When she hears a noise, she switches on her flashlight and tries to catch another player in its beam.

However, my favorite memories come from spotting deer on vacation—driving back roads after dark, shining your spotlight over fields and deep into forests to catch unsuspecting deer. Mom sat in the passenger seat and used the regular spotlight plugged into the cigarette lighter. On the driver’s side, Dad used the power from his heavy, 4-cell, silver flashlight to spot his side. (Don’t worry, he was only driving five m.p.h. on dirt roads!)

Sometimes, Dad relinquished the flashlight to my brothers or me, sparking wars over which side we’d sit on each night: the passenger’s to maybe use the real spotlight or the driver’s side and get the chance to use Dad’s silver flashlight. And woe to the one who wound up in the middle seat!

I can still f6-11-18 Aeel the steely cold of that flashlight as Dad handed it to me and the chill from the rush of wind as I wound down my window. It took two hands to steady it while sticking it out the window to shine into the woods or fields. And what joy to spot a deer and shout, “There’s one!”

Although Dad told us not to waste our batteries, we tried to use our own flashlights to penetrate the darkness, but their beams only reached the edge of the road. By the time we returned to the cabin, they gave off only dim light, and disobedience didn’t usually warrant new batteries.

Just like me. If I fill my inner light with power from God’s Word, I shine brightly, and others can see Jesus in me. But if I go my own way, trusting my own “batteries,” I grow dim, and His light is hidden from those who need it most. But just like my dad, God smiles at His wayward child and opens a “fresh pack,” giving me the power to shine my light, His light, once more.

*** Did you ever have your own flashlight as a child? Did you use it to read at night? What happened when your batteries ran out? Tell us your story! Click on the words beside the date of this post. Scroll down to the box with the heading, “Leave a reply.” Thank you for sharing!

*** What pets have you loved throughout your life? Any unusual ones? Let’s share about our pets in next week’s blog post!


5 thoughts on “Tell Me a Story about … a Flashlight

    • Thank you, Beth. I actually remember playing with my Barbie’s under the covers, too, not just reading. Maybe because it was the only time when my pesky little brothers couldn’t bother me! Blessings!


  1. Hi Cathy,

    Flashlights, huh? I remember flashlight tag, too, with my brothers, but had forgotten until you mentioned it! I remember having regular sized flashlights as kids and was wowed by the huge flashlight my dad had, with one of those really big batteries in it. Then there were the penlight flashlights, I think they were called. I thought those were the coolest things when I first saw one. You could put it in your pocket!

    A few years ago, my church was celebrating its 20th anniversary. We had to gather in a big arena because we had so many people in our church there were several services each weekend to accommodate them. But to fit everyone in the same room at the same time, we had to have a big place. Notre Dame’s basketball arena was chosen. Plenty of seats there! They handed out little blue penlight flashlights to everyone to keep that had the church’s name on it. At the end of the service we were asked to hold them up and turn them on, like you would do at a candlelight service on Christmas Eve It was like stars in the sky, there were so many! They wanted to create a moment to remember the occasion by and they did! Besides being an awesome sight, it also symbolized Jesus being the light of the world and all of us being lights in the world too, to others.

    Thanks for the memories, Cathy 🙂

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    • You are welcome, Julie. The memories readers like you spark thrill me. I also remember penlights! My husband works for an office products company, as I’ve mentioned before…in the “pen” story. He works on the office equipment, but he sometimes gets to go to the shows where vendors gather to share their products. He brings home lots of things from the shows: notepads, pens, markers, coffee mugs, lip balm, and some penlights. I would put them in various places throughout the house where I thought having one would be helpful, especially in the kitchen drawers. Currently, I don’t have any left which work, and you couldn’t replace the batteries. Guess I’ll have to see when the next show is and make a suggestion! LOL! Thanks for responding to the blog posts each week! Have a lovely weekend!


      • I think I still have one of those church penlights, not sure though. The light lasted a long time. I mean years! But finally gave out and you’re right, you couldn’t replace the batteries. That’s very neat your husband may have access to a supply of them for you! I have a couple flashlights around the house but I think mostly I use the one on my cell phone if I need one. I think that’s pretty handy in a pinch.

        You have a wonderful weekend too!


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