Fire for HIM

Would you get out of the way?  This question sounds so rude, but it can be freeing to complete the request. What if we moved our selfish pride, fears, and ‘stuff’ out of the way between us and God? Would we be able to see more clearly and breathe better? " Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely." (I Cor. 13:12 NLT) Being that I am due to deliver a baby any day, my sisters came to help me complete the many tasks still on my list. My list quickly became obsolete, when these outsiders to my home invaded. They were on a mission of love to see my home run more smoothly, beautifully, and devoid of clutter and excess ‘stuff’ in every room. The task seemed overwhelming to me, but I wanted to help them paint, move furniture, and clean. One sister kept saying, “I love you, ...

We were traveling back from our 1,200 mile journey via car.  The sun began to set, and the sky became a gorgeous canvas of bright pinks, yellows, and blues.  All of us were speechless at the beauty before us.  In the midst of the colors, a jet cut across the sky, leaving its smoke trail behind him.  I was stirred to think of the parallel of the process of successful jet flight, and us reaching toward our God-destined purpose. 1. Tools are needed to create a working jet/ God gives us tools to knit together what He intends us to walk in. 2.  Mechanism:   The mechanical aspects of the jet must be in working order/ We must be a willing vessel and ready to move into position. 3.   Fuel for the tank is vital for a successful flight/ Feeding on the Word is vital for strength and stamina. 4.  The runway provides a clear and safe place to begin the journey/ Positioning ourselves for movement is crucial. 5.  Pull back on the controls ...

Freedom Morning Waking Before the Sun Anticipating Its Rise Putting My Hand to the Plow Smiling at the Morning Moving Forward Light Hits My Eyes Streams of Sunlight Filters Toward My Face Warmth Pleasantries Ahh...I Shall Stay Here Forevermore