Refiner’s Fire
Standing in the Fire of Holy Spirit’s leadings,
dancing, dancing as fast as I can. My heart pounds.
Then, suddenly I stop. I am stopped. I ask “Where am I, God? Where are we?”  

Too much love, too much trust, too much work, too much play,
too many plans, too much life, too much of everything, it seems.
I try so hard, I pray, “Help me, God. Help me Jesus. Holy Spirit, give me direction.”
And then I hear, “Too much, and just right.”  

The metal melts and the best rises to the top; God, is that what you are doing with me? So much is going, I can barely do the grief, then more, more of my life is leaving, constantly. Can I do this? Grief whacks like a 2×4.  

My mind goes wild, my heart keeps beating, my blood keeps flowing. Life goes on!
I can barely make sense of it. Of course, there is no sense to be made.
So, I thank you, God for another day to do the best I can amidst…
Please heart, keep beating, nerves calm down, it is ok
and I try to believe that. I do believe that.  

Just when I give up, thinking I have no dance partners,
something changes, someone new shows up with ideas, with support
wanting to dance with me for a moment. Aren’t moments to dance with one another what we have now? I think maybe so.  

Thank you, God, for our ability to dance with you and each other,
as the metal melts and the best rises to the top.
I keep dancing with God through the storms, as refiners do their work.

Thank you, God for another day to do my best.
Thank you, God for all of it, again!