The Fire

"They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them." Acts 2:3 (NIV)

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I was afraid of fire.

Fire had only ever meant to me what it destroys, not what it purifies.

So when You came like flame, some part of me flinched, expecting to be burned.

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But Your fire does not consume what it touches the way I feared.

It rests. It settles. It stays without devouring.

You burned away what needed to go, the coldness, the pretending, the fear itself, and left what could finally be used.

I called the change discomfort.

It was You, refining, not ruining.

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Forgive me for running from the very fire meant to warm me.

You did not come to destroy what I am.

You came to burn away what was keeping me from becoming it.

Fire of God, rest on me long enough to change what only fire can change.

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A Prayer of Thanksgiving

Thank You, Holy Spirit, for the fire that refines instead of ruins.

Thank You for burning away what I was afraid to lose.

Teach me not to flinch from Your flame. Amen.

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