fire.

Monday 12th July 2010

Dear reader

I have this fire in my heart.

Hot. Boiling. Beautiful.

It started many years ago. I was seven.

I remember it clearly, standing on my bed, hands clasped together,

my mom’s arms wrapped around me as I repeated life-changing words I didn’t fully understand.

Dormant embers

began

to

warm.

I grew older, I moved, I changed, I discovered, I lost, I sought, I ran, I fought, I laughed,

I tried, I hid, I cried.

He never let go.

Grade 8. The embers flickered.

Briefly.

Momentarily.

Soflty.

2003. The year I surrendered.

Smoke began to rise.

A change.

Joy.

Freedom.

The only One.

A flame began.

Light.

Bright.

Evident.

2004. 2005. 2006. I obeyed. I trained. I stood. I fell… In love.

I moved with every motion he whispered. I danced to every step he led. I questioned. He answered. I hungered. He fed me. He spoke. My mouth moved in unison. His words became my own.

His heart within me grew.

The flame

became

a

burning

fire.

2007. 2008. 2009. I tasted. I saw. He fulfilled. He revealed himself.

I climbed. He paved the way. I grew weary. He held me.

I fell. He picked me up. I dreamt. He blew my mind. I knocked.

He opened doors.

I felt further than the moon.

He came closer than my skin.

The fire

became

a

fierce

furnace.

2010. I have this fire in my heart.

It keeps growing deep within. Intense. Unstoppable.

How can I explain?

I need the world to know.

My Saviour.

His love.

His Death.

His Resurrection.

His Life.

My Heart.

Red.

Hot.

 Fire.