I was stoking the wood stove today. There were only coals left. As I stirred them up and pulled them to the front they were burning so hot that they began to sing. A beautiful sound like rain drops on bamboo wind chimes!
That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:
Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see Him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory:
Receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls.
1Peter 1:7-9
I want the fire to make me sing!
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