Fire

I literally want to tell everyone I meet about my Jesus. There is a bubbling-over adoration for my King that is getting in the way of “normal, every day life”….and I’m thrilled to pieces about this.

I want that getting in the way of my life–because life in Christ is my life. Something is wrong when your life feels the same as it did before. There is a difference between life in Christ and life outside of Christ, the stark contrast of light and dark, cold and heat. If I am in Christ, dead to self, and burning with a passion for my Jesus…shouldn’t that feel different than when I was living in sin, and running a steady course toward eternal death? Shouldn’t there be a fire inside of me that wasn’t there before?

And, doesn’t the fact that something is on fire completely change the dynamics of everything around it? It should. Something is burning.

This is why I so love the reality that my life* is being interrupted by a deep and not-to-be quenched love for God. My life is not my own (resounding theme in my existence right now)…my life is hid in Christ. It is His life . . . and His life has every right to interrupt my own. My life is of no importance, because my life is not my own. My life is changing because of God in me. And, again, I am thrilled to pieces about this!

*For clarity’s sake: when I talk about my life being interrupted by God, it’s in the “a man plans his ways, but the Lord directs his steps” sort of way.

“There burns a fire with sacred heat
White hot with holy flame
And all who dare pass through its blaze
Will not emerge the same
Some as bronze, and some as silver
Some as gold, then with great skill
All are hammered by their sufferings
On the anvil of His will

Chorus:
The Refiner’s fire
Has now become my souls desire
Purged and cleansed and purified
That the Lord be glorified
He is consuming my soul
Refining me, making me whole
No matter what I may lose
I choose the Refiner’s fire

I’m learning now to trust His touch
To crave the fire’s embrace
For though my past with sin was etched
His mercies did erase
Each time His purging cleanses deeper
I’m not sure that I’ll survive
Yet the strength in growing weaker
Keeps my hungry soul alive”

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