I'm not so sure the word "stoked" is used much anymore, but it used to be back in the day (just don't ask me which day it was). During our stay in Washington, we had enough cold days to keep a fire going in the house much of the time. However, I never realized how frequently I needed to add more logs and fan the flame. In no time at all the fire would die down, and I'd be back in there stoking it. How true that is of my Christian walk as well. A change of place or pace and I find my daily time with the Lord dwindling to a flicker. You would think that being on vacation with no set schedule would mean I could spend more time with Him than normal, but, no, I managed to fill my time with things much less important. Tending the fire was a vivid reminder that I cannot radiate the warmth of the Spirit or Christ’s love unless I am personally fueling myself with his Word. Am I stoked? Not always, but I sure need to be.
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