When I say that I want to be on fire for You, it's usually in a moment of passion that quickly dies like cooling embers in the winter wind. I ask You to empty me so that You can reign, and I wake up the next morning wondering what it will take to finally get to a place where I want to want You to empty me.
If this were the fight for my soul, this "thing" or my salvation, would it be easier to give up?
When I say that I want to be on fire for You, I don't think I realize the implications. I got an awesome picture tonight of a heart on fire, and I realized that I have not been holding up my end. When a building goes up in flames, I don't get to shout directions from the street below about what will stay and what will go. I don't yell to the fire: "Hey! Be careful of those family photos, they mean a lot. Sure, burn the rest, but I'd really like to keep my CD collection." No way. I stand aside and watch it burn to the ground. This should be the same. If my heart is truly consumed by Your inferno, everything else should be burned up: my selfish desires, my longing for "the old country" as Hebrews puts it, my hopes and dreams and failings and weaknesses. They should all evaporate in smoke, falling away in the wake of Your love inside of me.
When will I finally want to want You to empty me?
"Come be the fire inside of me..."
1 comment:
Whoa. Good stuff Leanne. I can relate. Love that analogy of the fire burning down a house, so true. Passion like that is something I've been struggling/thinking/praying about lately too. Plus I love your blog title and the misty edwards lyrics at the end. :)
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