The Fire in Me
When I run his fire flows through my spirit. Leave a true thoroughbred racehorse in its stall too long and you will need a new stall. It will pound and kick at the walls as if its life depended on nothing less than getting out of there. We have been given a similar spirit like that of the racehorse. We can't stay in the stall for to long because something deep within us knows that we were created for something more. Our spirit rages at the thought of confinement and complacency. -We are warriors who serve a warrior God and we must learn to fight this good fight and to run this race using every gift and talent we have been given by the giver of life. I have known the ones who have grown weary and given up. It is a tragic site to see when the fight has left one of God's creatures. They end up in the barn to spend the rest of their days in quiet despair. And in that fading away there is great tragedy for we will forget who we are and whose we are. What ever derailed you, what ever knocked you off course, know this; your misery is a result of your own abandonment of who you were called to be. It is neither the bad circumstance nor the person who wronged you that brought you to this place of bareness. It is the choices you have made to play it safe, nothing more, nothing less. You can get so far away from the racetrack that you forget that it even exists. But it is still there calling out to you; come run with me and you will feel my pleasure once again. And when you re-enter the racetrack, the walls of your life that have taunted you and tried to hem you in will collapse with new vision and energy. Blood will course though your veins as you return to the path you were meant to run. And oh how you will run. With reckless abandon you will run the race that is set before you. Created to run you can settle for no less or you will remain dead to all the life that is within us. It is time to take hold of that very thing you were created for, His call of destiny. Remember when it was all so clear to you. Hearken back to that moment of clarity when God called out to you through the corridors of time. This is the path He has chosen for you and you cannot merely walk upon it because it is on fire. No, you must run upon it and dance upon it until you are completely exhausted in his presence as if your very life depended on it; because it does. For it is a flame that will consume you, completely and totally with His passion and as you surrender to it, once again that fire will flow through your spirit.
"Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? 20 Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? 21 He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. 22 He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. 23 The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. 24 In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds. 25 At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, 'Aha!' He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry. -Job 39So I say run with a full heart and donâ€™t look back. The battles will not cease, but they will be conquered as long as you are willing to run to the battle not from it. By Doug Tawlks