Monday August 27, 2012
Please, no more refining.
I just want to step away from the fire.
My eyes cast about for a glimpse of the smooth path—the one that leads away from the searing, crackling flame.
I ache for quiet, for calm, for what my mind labels “normal.”
I see a friend over there in the no fire zone. She catches my eye and shakes her head ever so slightly. Her face tells me:
It’s empty here, devoid of His essence.
It’s cold, lacking His warmth.
And it’s dark, with His light so far away.
I long for His presence, His warmth, His light.
So I open my hand, and here I stand.
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.” (Isaiah 43:2)
Joining Laura, Jen, and Michelle with words from the heart.