It’s friday, that means it’s time for writing and not worrying about if it’s all right or not. It only takes five minutes, no editing, no obsessing, just setting words free. Then, link-up over at Lisa-Jo’s place, and encourage the others who do, like it was your job.
Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our “God is a consuming fire.” Hebrews 12:28-29
I sat in front of that wood stove and watched the fire lick and curl towards the heavens. The smoke whispering out, wrapping it’s gray around the logs in a sort of dance-like motion, reminding me of how a ribbon whips and curls when my daughter waves it in her hands as she dances. I have been dancing a smimilar dance with Abba for years. Listening to His distant roars, trying to find my voice to let my own loose-
I have dreams where evil lurks close, and in one it took the form of a lion that pursued me through a labyrinth, and I had almost forgotten that dream until I saw this word this morning, roar. And I think of all of the scriptures where my God is described as a lion, where he roars over all the earth, His creation, over which he is king.
He has set me free here to find my own roar, to find His message in between washing dishes and combing out tangles and overcoming years of self-doubt and fear that I didn’t even know existed, until I stepped up here, in this place where fire licks and smolders at the edges of this life-
In the distance, I hear his roar, I know He is watching and protecting, preventing that evil from overtaking me, and this maze of twisted days and dead ends and confused passages and backtracking, it always somehow leads me right back into His lair, where I can feel the warmth of His wild roar….
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