This Little Light of Mine

It had been a sloppy, rainy, cold day. John and I had been running errands and getting things done around the house. We attended a gathering that night to celebrate the birthday of a dear friend. When we got home, the unspoken agreement was to head to the back porch and our fire pit. Feet up, sitting back, long sigh.unnamed

The fun of fire is letting it warm your soles without burning your tootsies.

John and I talked about everything and nothing. We’d lapse into silence as we both stared transfixed by the flames. Mesmerized by the dancing heat. The silences felt mindless as we relaxed and watched the flames morph into shapes. Like seeing images in clouds but changing unnamed-5more rapidly. I began taking pictures of the fire.

Flame formation is fascinating.

The movement of the flames is affected by the least little breeze. Changes in the temperature. And rain causes it to sizzle and pop and reappear newly formed.

The time of day reflects how the flame looks as well. During the day the color seems more intense. Bright yellows and oranges. At night, it’s more the contrast between the silky darkness and the bright essence of the fire. Black and white. Light and dark. Contrast rather than color.

I’m like those flames. Affected by the least little atmospheric/experiential shifts. A change in my circumstances can cause me to float this way, bounce that way. There are times when the heaviness of my situation either sparks me to a brightness that propels me through tough times or pushes back so hard that I sputter and fizzle. More of an ember than a unnamed-1flame.

There’s the destructive side to flames. When it connects with flammable objects-wood, paper, hearts–it can cause damage. Hurt. I’ve seen my words act like fire in the soul of a friend, causing pain because I’ve not been careful to think through what I’m saying. Because my mouth becomes engaged before my brain. That kind of heart singeing takes time to overcome.

Fire can be a light and warmth to those who need refuge, sanctuary. The warmth of hospitality ministers to hearts, drawing people to come and relax, to rest, to restore. A flame of true friendship.

unnamed-3I want to be the kind of light that brings hope and warmth to others.

Jesus did it best.

“The Word gave life to everything that was created, and His life brought light to everyone. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.”   John 1:4-5

Jesus came to be the light of hope for all of us. To light the path so we could see it. Follow it. Be encouraged and warmed by it. Fueled by love and grace, He lights a way that He doesn’t ask us to go alone. A way that may cause us to waver in the wind, but not a place He hasn’t been first. His is a warm, healing light to those who long to be healed and whole.

I like the idea of being part of His light. A bigger, brighter light than I could ever hope to be alone. Part of a bigger picture.

That’s so illuminating.








6 responses to “This Little Light of Mine”

  1. I love the fire metaphor. I especially like that you called attention to the difference the way the fire looks during the day and night, and the fact that breezes change the shape of the flame. Write on, brave dophin..!


    1. I was frankly amazed at the difference in how fire looks in different light. Quite incredible actually. Brave dolphin? Is that a mixed metaphor? Fun dolphin, maybe. But brave?


  2. You ARE the kind of light that brings hope and light to others. But then, I am also glad that a “smoldering (dimly burning) wick He will not snuff out” (quench or extinguish). Else I would be just smoke!


  3. You bring hope and warmth to my life! Love you, friend!


  4. I want to be like Jesus also, Dayle! I better stick with HIM because HIS light came to be the hope and light the path – so I could see it! I like, also to be part of a bigger picture – than going it alone and being extinguished! Thank you for the reminder and give our Greetings to John! [Keep those tootsies warm and your souls mesmerized by HIM.]


    1. Oh, Lo, you always minister to my heart. Thanks for your encouraging words.


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