The moment when you absolutely cannot contain the Spirit of God inside you. The moment when you know you are in His presence and you have never been more yourself.
Tears. Shaking. Laughing. Overwhelmed. You feel as though your physical body can’t bear another moment but still you long for more of Him.
And the next day the sun rises again like it does every day. You drink your coffee. Again. You brush your teeth. Again.
And I wonder, what does the very fire of God look like lived out in daily life?
It’s selflessness.
Sacrifice fuels the fire of the Spirit in us. Oh God let me be selfless. Let my thoughts dwell in empathy and let the point of my conversation be not about me.
It’s not shiny. It’s not glamorous. But through this death there is life. I will feed the fire in myself every day through sacrifice so that I can delight to be burned again soon. How sad to think that perhaps the root of selfishness is a life untouched by this delicious fire. Uncontained desire.
