AFIRE: on fire; blazing: full of excitement and energy.
The word afire and its definition perfectly signifies my love for Jesus Christ. It is a word that when I first read it, I felt encompassed with how relational it was to what I am feeling inside. Inside my heart. Inside my soul.
I chose this word to represent my blog, not only because it was relative, but because every time I read it, I picture it so vividly; blazing, sparking, crackling, and being carried with the wind of His Spirit; but, in hopes that when it is carried, others will be caught afire, too.
When I was a little girl, my dad would burn his fields to get ready for planting. The ash’s nutrients and minerals helped future crops grow. But burning also removes the previous plants “stubble” after harvest. It was a quick and beneficial way of getting rid of it quickly. One particular night, I sat in my daddy’s truck while he and my mom, and some of our other family members, controlled a field fire. I still remember the flames. They were mesmerizing and overwhelming. I remember feeling fear rush over me. The huge fire took control of the field so quickly, and powerfully.
And now, here I am today. I am afire. I am afire for Jesus! I love Him with all my heart, all my soul, all my mind, and all my strength. The fire has come full circle. The forgiveness of my earthly father has sparked a beautiful relationship with my Heavenly Father. A fire that was common around my dad, a normal farming exercise, has now brought me back to God.
It still amazes me how intentional He is in everything He does. Every action, every reason, and every purpose – He had planned all along. All for His good. The lost women that I once was, has returned to being that little girl. That little girl that God loves and fights for.