The First Fire

I have thought about sitting down to write often, but I guess life just got crazy.  I have been subbing almost every day lately, and I’m not going to lie–I love it and can’t wait for the check to come in! That said, there has been little time for reading and writing, though I still find time to watch my TV shows, perhaps something’s gotta give!

Last night, I fought the biggest temptation to write. It wasn’t that I didn’t have the time, it was that I didn’t want to back away from the inspiring fire dancing against the sheet of ebony nightfall. I was mesmerized by the skipping flame across the ashy amber coals, and I relished in the warmth.  As we sat by the fire, the warm comfort of fellowship and memories flooded my heart and mind with peace and contentment.

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It was the first fire of the year, and with it also came the excitement of summer as well as the memories of summers past. I found myself anticipating our soon approaching camping trip. I haven’t been camping since the year my family stayed at Cold Water with some friends for Fourth of July in 2010/2011. So it has been a few years, but I have always loved camping. We used to do it all the time as a family. And camping has always been a sweet time of reconnecting with God for me. There is something about being in nature and curling up by the fire with freshly percolated coffee that washes me with a sense of peace and rest in the arms of my creator.  It is as if God is taking the beauty around me and weaving it into my life, like the exquisite focal points of a masterful tapestry.

I remember taking long walks at sunrise with my Jesus. I remember sitting by the fire as I watch the sun set on the lake, filling my heart with worship to the greatest Painter the skies have ever known.  In those moments, I have never felt so intimate and so close to my loving Savior. His majesty, grandeur, and love that is stretched across the skies tell me that he cares about the details of life and of me. I can’t wait to refuel by the fire in a couple of weeks.  To once again be reminded of my Creator God’s great beauty!

It is amazing to me how something so simple like a fire can send so many memories, feelings, and thoughts flooding in. I think it is part of how God calls and beckons me.  He reminds me of intimate times past, as well as scriptures such as this one:

So be careful not to break the covenant the Lord your God has made with you. Do not make idols of any shape or form, for th Lord your God has forbidden this. The Lord your God is a devouring fire; he is a jealous God. ~Deuteronomy 4:23-24

Not only am I looking forward to drawing closer to God by the campfire in a couple of weeks, of seeing Him weave another layer into my life tapestry, but I am reminded to seek Him now. Even in the mundane there are opportunities to worship and see beauty.  And I choose to follow the prodding, beckoning voice that tells me to, “Come.”

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