Campfires.
I love campfires. Fire pits. Bonfires. It's doesn't matter. There's just something wonderful about the warmth and the beauty in the flicker of the flame.
They are special. Uncommon.
It's no secret I've been struggling with finances for a while. I need to find a job. I need to bring extra income into my household. For whatever reason it's been extremely difficult to come by. I've interviewed for a number of jobs. Twice now I've been involved in a "sure thing", "perfect opportunity" only to be shut out at the last minute. In attempts to be "open to anything" I've tried babysitting and house cleaning and couponing and any number of unconventional endeavors. Nothing. Or very little. Panic sneaks up on me occasionally and I'm desperate to find an answer. No warmth. No beauty.
Today I was nudged to watch for the Fire. Don't try and "make it happen" but trust God to do it in HIS way. Don't build my own fire but wait for Him....
10 Who among you fears the LORD and obeys the word of his servant? Let the one who walks in the dark, who has no light, trust in the name of the LORD and rely on their God.
11 But now, all you who light fires and provide yourselves with flaming torches, go, walk in the light of your fires and of the torches you have set ablaze. This is what you shall receive from my hand: You will lie down in torment.
I have been "lying down in torment." I've been stumbling through depression, anger and apathy for a long while... Why is this happening? (fists punching the air) What do I have to do to change it??!!? (punch punch punch. sigh) Trust in the name of the LORD and rely on my God.
Watch for the fire.... watch for the fire.... watching for Fire.
