I know you are here, but sometimes I wonder where are you in all of this. The question on the tip of my tongue, the one that surfaces when these tears begin to fall, the one I know you know is coming because....because we have found our rhythm; our sync. Here it is, God what more are you desiring to remove from me?
I know the hot tears that fall from a heart split wide open in a sense of loss or grieve, yet know no sting because of the oil you gladly administer; that I recognize as your love for me. This is the refiners fire to a heart that is surrendered, not just willing to let Him consume all of me but one that has voiced a desire that He leave nothing to remain that does not serve His purposes for all of my days.
In flashes, this moment makes sense to me. Precept upon precept, line upon line; how collectively your words to me all have intertwined. So I will welcome this fire and the beauty of things refined.