It started with an ember. I could
feel the slow constant burn inside me- one that couldn’t be put out. Much
like any other ember, I knew that if it wasn’t contained it would surely set me
on fire…and this time, I didn’t want it to be contained. I wanted a wildfire.
Slowly, but surely, it began to set ablaze every once of dead material inside
me. It was unexplainable; this passion couldn’t be contained and began to
overflow into every area of my life. But then they came. The huge waves that
threatened to quench the fire. To stop the blaze. There was stinging, distress,
and loss. The world and its schemes menaced to entangle me. Before I knew it, my
heart felt like a thousand pounds of weight I had no strength to carry. How
could I stand? Ashamed, beaten, battered, and broken. On Calvary's hill He took
on the blackened sogginess of my heart. The Light entered in and acted as
lighter fluid. The damp ground of my soul now had the capacity to burn. None
could conceal His flame. Not even death. The flame purified the deepest
part of my inner being and my heart was not only made clean but was made NEW.
Oh, how can this be? From darkness to light I stand. From overcome by the wave
to safe on the shore. From unable to burn to set on fire. Perfect before my
King. Purified by the fire that cannot be put out.
Lord, that I may STAND.
Driven, Fighting, Running,
Unashamed and Unafraid.
There is nothing else worth
living for.
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