Saturday Confession: Resurrected Fire
I don’t know what it is about men and fire but they seem to think their success depends on a roaring fire.
I’m just grateful for enough flame to burn a marshmallow.
But with a new firepit and nice weather, we’ve had a few fires.
And frustrations.
The last fire did not want to take off. It showed potential, sputtered, and returned to a bright ember.
But then my husband did something that really spoke to me.
He gently blowed on the dying ember.
And the fire came back to life.
I’m terrible with symbolism and even I get it.
Without that time with the Lord, that flame, that passion we carried as new Christians, wanes. It isn’t about going to church. It’s about building a relationship with the One who sacrificed all for love. Talk to Him. Read His Word.
And when we get away from those things, and we do, let the living God breathe life back into you.
One of the most profound Holy Spirit moments I had was during a study on Esther. The host church transformed the sanctuary each week to the theme of the chapter for the week. It was all about the King’s chambers and women were invited to go forward and petition the king, so to speak.
I knelt outside the veiled chamber.
And the gentle breath but convicting message nearly blew me down.
“You always bring everyone to me, ushering them behind the veil. Yet, you rarely take the opportunity to go there yourself.”
It’s true. My heart is so full of wanting people to be set free that I forget in order to stay free, I need to develop that relationship. Allow holy breathing on this fading ember.
This truth really smacked me. How about you?
