In The Fire
I’ve said before that I feel like I’m walking through fire, but lately, it doesn’t just feel like I’m walking through it. It feels like I’m stuck in it. Surrounded. Consumed. Pressed on every side with no way out. I used to think being “in the fire” was just a metaphor Christian’s threw around when life got hard. But now? I know what it actually feels like. It feels like everything I built my life on is being tested. My faith. My trust. My ability to keep standing when everything in me wants to collapse. The fire isn’t pretty. It doesn’t fit into scripted church words or Pinterest quotes. It burns. It rips pieces of you off that you thought you couldn’t live without. It exposes raw parts of you that you tried to keep hidden. It hurts in a way that words don’t even cover. There are nights I cry myself to sleep, wondering if God really sees me here. Wondering if He actually cares that I’m holding on by a thread. And the worst part? Some mornings I wake up and it’s like I didn’t even slee...
