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The Burning
…soul cleansing fire… Some roads I’ve taken have led me through infernos in which I thought I knew I would not survive or live to see what God had planned – His life for me. In the blazing fire, my soul was singed and yet I went on, I had to live. There was no turning back, for you see, the flames were fanned by God’s decree. In the burning, my heart was exposed and long hidden demons left in droves leaving behind them a bloody trail rendering my soul wounded and frail. For days, in truth, the fire burned on until all my selfish will was gone. When charred and crumpled I lay down, I heard God’s voice without a sound. “My Child, I sent you my Holy fire fashioned to be your funeral pyre, to burn with scorching intensity to cleanse your soul of all but Me.” In that moment, my heart’s passion grew. Joy for my life journey was renewed. Holy fire now flamed within my soul because by God’s love I was made whole. Copyright © February 23, 2009 by Karen M. Crump
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