We all have our own versions of what I'm about to share. Our own seasons of fire.
Everyone, all of humanity does.
I'm just so unbelievably thankful that as a Christian the burning has a purpose.
Not just to wreak havoc. Bring Chaos. Devastate. Shatter. Destroy.
No, to rid of impurity. To reveal what is beneath.
I had a vision a bit ago, (and as an artist I get them often), a vision that helped me to understand something in a deeper way.
There was heat all around me, the kind of heat you can see. Not fire necessarily, more like the kind of heat wave that you see on hot pavement in the middle of August.
As the heat moved from my head to my feet, my physical exterior became thinner and thinner. In some spots less opaque, some near transparent, some just.... gone.
And in the places you could see through, or in the absence of my flesh...
there was Gold.
I wasn't in any pain, and the Gold was so pure it was reflective.
There was movement in the reflection, but I couldn't make it out.
I know that this probably sounds gruesome to a degree, but it wasn't sci-fi yuck at all.
It was beautiful.
These last few years have had much fire, in many forms, and my husband and I have sought to follow Jesus even if it meant walking right through the middle.
On more than one occasion, it has.
We have come out the other side of these fires with a better understanding of His faithfulness, His constancy, His provision, and His unfathomable Love.
He is enough.
Life is full of fires. All shapes and sizes.
But if a pure reflective Gold is the end result, then praise Him!