Fire for HIM

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 ...

I wanted to jump off the end of the pier... I picked up a Kleenex box and gazed at the picture on the side.  It was of a long wooden pier out over shimmering, blue water, with gorgeous mountains far in the distance.  I had the sudden urge to run down the length of the pier and into the water.  My senses longed to feel the joy of the bubbling water surround me.  I wanted to swim and swim, reach the other side and run toward the mountains.  Hesitancy and planning are the usual behaviors for me, so this impromptu longing was far from my practiced nature.  However, God is taking me to a new season.  A season of moving forward, at a marathon pace, is what my heart has been conforming to desire.  As I thought about this, I reflected on how He prepares us and plants desires within us for the place He wants to take us.  "As for me, I will see Your face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness. "...

My wedding band at the jeweler's, in a little box, was awaiting instruction from its owner regarding its future shape.  Two prongs around the diamond had been warped...and the ring had to be melted down for repair.  The jeweler said it was opportune time to redesign the setting.  The ring had been left there for four months while I decided what I wanted to do with my precious treasure.  I had to find a design before the jeweler could repair my ring. And then I found myself crying and crying.  I simply could not stop sniffling.  The diamond in my wedding band was lost.  My redesigned ring now contained a vacant setting, minus an ugly center prong in the middle.  I just kept staring at that empty setting, with my terrible decision staring back at me: the center prong.  Mulitiple men at the jeweler's store had told me it was time to repair...