Soul Snack 8/90 ... Fire Fiddling!
Are you like me?
Singed, even seared knuckles, 300 degree embers, spitting timbers are simply no impediment to the dedicated 'fire fiddler'.
In quieter moments I truly wonder if latent in many men is a secluded resident and large pyromania gene.
Warmly glowing and crackling embers are invitingly consuming. The invitation to poke, prod and add so deliciously irresistible. (Dare I say, addictive?) The expert judgment to turn this 'molehill' fire into a 'mountainous' fire judiciously and deliberately executed. I totally believe in myself and my skills to do this.
How often have I found disappointment? How often have I been humbled?
The constant piling of timber, the incessant attention, the discontent at its present heat can actually put a fire out. I still must learn that there are times that the fire is to be left alone. It will still grow. It actually needs me to be still to prossper, not me to be active. Sometimes it just needs to be left alone.
So often my strivings have hindered the fire and its growth, not enhanced it. My best efforts only demonstrating my incompetence. Have you ever found this, it happens across life?
Wisdom (and failure) now suggests to me to stop striving. Trust in well constructed foundations. Allow God to fulfill His promises and His activity.
I now enjoy His rest as I am removed from my strivings. Then I thank Him for the increase, indeed the new 'mountains' that arrive.
Endless knowledge, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not stillness ... T S Eliot
The psalmist is correct on how to conduct life well ...