Fire went out from Heshbon, a blaze from the city of Sihon. It consumed Ar of Moab, the citizens of Arnon’s heights. Numbers 21:28
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. Psalm 61:1-4
What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don’t they come from your desires that battle within you? James 4:1
Fire seemed to consume the past two days readings. The words in Isaiah were so scathing they made me cry. Battling in Numbers left me cold.
Lord, I don’t want to write about this stuff. It’s too depressing. Of course it’s also rainy and overcast outside today as I write this. I need sunshine, a smile, a warm hug. Then I remembered a line from a song I had translated from Spanish.
“There is nothing impossible if the love burning in the heart is not shut up in the end.” No Hay Imposibles by Jose Gentile.
God loves me so much that he is not willing to shut up the truth. We battle through the pain of my conflicting desires together. I need time to cry, a safe place to hide, to be comforted.
The refining fire of truth only burns for a little while until it changes me for the better. He refines me like silver. I am better for knowing him. That’s the blazing fire of love that I want.
I want the his all consuming love to glow like a fire that reddens my cheeks and warms me with it’s light. I long to be with my first love and stay with him forever under the shadow of his wings where healing and change take place.
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Sixty-six books in a year 