The Father is a fire
I often wonder why I don’t consistently feel the presence of God. As I reflect, I realize that I also don’t feel the warmth of a fire when I choose to stand in the cold.
Sometimes the distractions of this world cause me to wander from the fire. The steps are small, but before I know it, I turn to find I have lost sight of the flames. I am surrounded by the dark & cold. I think to myself why did the fire abandon me? Did the fire die out? Then, I look in the snow. I see my footsteps, the choices I have made, that led me away from the warmth & comfort. The wind moves around me sharp & cold, telling me that I have wandered too far & will never find my way back. I feel hopeless & alone. In the distance I see a glow. I want to run to it, but I’m afraid it will illuminate parts of me that I am ashamed of, so I stay in the dark. I try everything in my power to stay warm, but before long the cold sets it again. The temporary warmth is always fleeting when I try on my own. Nothing I do can permanently fill the ache of the cold loneliness. I can’t take it any longer & run to the fire. It was always inviting me, always there. I reach it & it covers me in peace. I no longer have to do it on my own. I feel exposed under the light, but I feel seen. The fire doesn’t shy away from the dark places of my heart; it fills them. I want to dwell in His presence forever.
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