My fire...

What do I want out of life? I was asked that and it got me to thinking, what do I want out of life?

I want to live walking on water; walking to my Master, my God, my Brother, my Friend, and my King. I want to grasp his hand listen to his voice when the waves look too big.

I want to fish for men.

I want to live on locus in the wilderness; where ever that is. I want to laugh at life's adversity and cry for my enemy's tragedy.

I want to live, speak, and feel the fire of God. I want to be consumed, refined and replaced by God. I want to be the lips God commands dry bones to flesh to dance for Him.

I want to be the hands that God uses to break chains, cast-out demons and comfort the weak.

I want to know I clothed Him, fed Him, and visited Him. I want the omnipotent God of the universe to look at me on the first day of eternity to tell me, "Well done good and faithful servant."

I'll never do it myself but if I live a day a week, a month, or a century its one step in front of the other; all the way.

Two years later and things haven't changed much at all....