Into the Fire

Those who know me understand my makeup. Passionate: right or wrong. I don't "feel" things lightly. I don't take things lightly. I don't do things lightly. I invest in what impresses my heart and soul and compels my attention.

So what? you ask. So this isn't always an easy way to live, but it's my way to live. By "not easy" I refer to emotionally which is often ordered by the spiritual. Some things are too heavy to bear – and to bare – and I've learned to adjust the adaptation meter. If I can't handle it, I have to turn away. I have to. Turn. Away.

If I'm not careful, the sorrow of the soul will send me to my depths as I feel the pain and anguish of so many life circumstances. Of so many kinds. For so many. 

God built me to be resilient. To bounce back up after being toppled. The ony way I can accomplish this resiliency is to resist the investment in those things that will tear me apart and leave me unassembled. Some things have come close.

I'm not complaining. This is who I am. The Lord gave me the passion and must always instruct me where to apply it. Without Him it would all be misdirected as it so often was in my life before Him.

Are you consumed by passion? Do you feel the pain of others? The joy? The sorrow?

Passionate: right or wrong. That's me. 

Father, thank you for creating us, for giving us our unique but linked signature humanities. We are desperate for you – whether we know it or not. Thank you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.