This little light of mine

     In the midst of being so busy with running my store, school, taking care of the family I have made a critical error. I have let the fire on the altar go out. It's not so much that I've drifted from God, as I've stopped running after Him. I've stopped pausing for breath, to take in the scenery and enjoy the view.

     But in the last few weeks there I discovered a little coal, stubbornly glowing. A small fire is beginning to burn in the depths of my soul, a desire for more of God, more of life. For life abundant overflowing and unstoppable. I need to identify everything that hinders love and fight against whatever sets itself against the hope and joy that is in me. I want life, to be alive, feel alive, to restore the first commandment to the first place. I want Christ to truly be my center, not in some sort of esoteric way, but in a real vibrant way that makes me live a life that radiates God's love, that hums with the rhythms of grace. 

This little light of mine?  Let's hope it doesn't stay little for long.