The fire that killed the trouble of men

gold fire
Spiritual pain comes suddenly, not always defined, never controlled by me…. This pain reminds me of the surgery room, but the odor is not of disinfectant, but the fragrance of Christ…I look in His eyes and I can bear all things…
I can never mistake this pain for another…. It is too delicate for human hands to produce… It is too deep for human words to dig… It is too lonely for human beings to visit.
Men can trouble me outside the fire of pain, but never in the furnace…The place is too hot for mocking and even my enemies have to surrender to the Cross I carry…
Sometimes a picture, an ungrateful word, an ignoring of the Spirit…and the grief manifests…cannot be explained, no song can describe, no prayer in English can translate…I slowly find a place where I can just be, grateful to have the house by myself…I become one with the gift of pain…fire and gold…one hour, two…even before the labor is over, I am able to praise God for the genesis of yet another miracle of life… It is finished…I am now another, purged and complete, glory to God…
“From now on, don’t let anyone trouble me with these things. For I bear on my body the scars that show I belong to Jesus” (Gal 6:17, NLT)

2 comments on “The fire that killed the trouble of men

  1. Isioma says:

    Dear Malia,
    It’s a priviledge to be one with the spirit.. The mystery of travailing and sometimes not knowing why, is simply fulfilling… (Pure Joy.. unspeakable, Deep Pain.. Unexplained) D Holy spirit picks His moment. The Refiner’s fire.
    The consiousness that all we are is to live for God’s glory should be our staying strength.. May God’s holy fire continue to burn and purge us.. May the Holy spirit have free flow in our lives.. Totally unhindered.. In Jesus name. Amen

  2. Jemine Leigh says:

    I feel power in my entire body when I say that out loud “… I belong to Jesus!”

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