Flames.

It's safe to say that I'm a pyroamaniac. If there's a fire around all I want to do is throw things in it and watch them burn. I've attempted to engulf everything from ants to watermelons in a sea of flames. My pyromaniacy is a phase that I will never really grow out of and I'm totally not ashamed of that. Fire has so much power; it has the ability to destroy entire ecosystems in a matter of minutes, take away a person's entire life belonging, displace hundreds of families and ruin whole communities. Yet I can still control it in my backyard as a source of warmth and amusement of a Thursday night. The respect I have for fire's power makes it no surprise to me that it is the medium God chose to communicate with many of His people through in the Old Testament. He spoke to Moses through a burning bush, led Joshua and His people through the desert with a pillar of fire by night, in Revelation flames consume the wicked and non-believers. It seems that every time a major amount of fire makes its way into the pages of the Bible God is trying to send a message to those around. The next time I'm at a friendly bonfire or just warming up by the fireplace I'll pay a little more attention to the messages that God might possibly be sending me there, you never know what I might here. How about giving that a try...

xoxo,

Abby the Gator

(Disclaimer: I am NOT a gator, yet. In two weeks from tomorrow it will either be official or a dream consumed by the fire of life...fingers crossed it becomes official!)