I sit on black leather watching the day wake up past curtains drawn back on french doors. My thumb in the COL on my lap, my other hand behind my head… Countless yellow flowers sing “September!” in the morning sun’s first glow.
My mind is far away.
I know God gives back. You’ve heard it said He never closes a door without opening a window– Never takes anything away without giving something better in its place.
But what of the times…
You know what I mean? Sometimes God grants that the fire should burn through our lives, and take away the dross…
And other times God grants that fire should burn through our lives, and completely consume the treasures.
And He doesn’t give them back.
I’ve had my share of fire over the years. And I’ve held on to more than my share of promises.
[The sun creeps across the floor and up the side of my desk; warms the cover of my journal.]
And I’ve probably written miles of ink lines in those books.
But this week, this morning, I’ve learned something.
Something that gives me chills up and down my spine… and makes my blood surge jubilance.
The times when the fire burns through and takes treasures, leaving nothing to hold on to but memories of fire and smoke–
God has still given.
He did give you something better.
He gave you the fire.
My soul tingles.
If I am a soldier, if I am a victor, if I am free…
It is thanks to the treasure of losing everything, and never getting it back.
I sigh and smile.
I am free.
“Blaze, Spirit blaze. Set our hearts on fire…”