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Big Picture: It Only Takes a Spark



Tonight David surprised me by bringing home a small patio stove.  
I was dancing with excitement and of course we just had to have a fire!

True to form, Caleb dug out his bucket of emergency kindling and small firewood and David brought out his striker.  Soon a small handful of tender in hand, they soon had a small spark.  With a little care and breath they had a fire going and we were gathered around it.
 
 



Thinking about that old song, "It only takes a spark to get a fire going and soon all those around will warm up in it's glowing.  That's how it is with God's love..."

Can you see it now?  I can.  
 
God holding us in his hands as a spark from His love and presence takes root in our hearts.  His breath stirs the embers and keeps them burning.  God breathed.  His love.  

Life is the small things and allowing God to breath life into us.  To share the warmth and light of His love and His Hope to those around us.

How's your fire?  Need to feed it?  Need God breathed life fanning the flames of your soul?  Give it what it needs.  Time.  Solitude.  Praise.  God's Word.  Your soul will soon break into flame as He breathes upon you.  

Don't hold the fire too close.  Share it.  Spread it.  

God create a wildfire with my heart, family, home, church and community!  A wildfire that eats up the apathy and the idols in our lives.  Fan into a hot flame the passion and love for people again.  
God-start a fire.  Begin with me.



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