HOW TO SURVIVE A WILD FIRE

I got my "obra-maestra" (my term paper) back yesterday, for the second time. I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets (blood pressure rising). It really broke me down. What a way to feel on your birthday. Somehow, I knew God was at work, although it hurts.

Here I am, hours away from praise team rehearsal, and I am as dry as a Texas drought. To make things worse I have bit of a wild-fire that's still burning from yesterday's bad news. Alone in the house, I was trying to prepare for tomorrows worship. I just couldn't.

Grabbed my Bible, and I went to the lake. As I read and intermittently looking out at the gorgeous sight before me, sail boats passing by, the peaceful water, the great cloud formations up above, I began to relax.

Sometimes, I have to come to the end of my rope so that I can learn that God really cares for every aspect of my life. I was suffocating in the midst of my wild fire worries hell bent on staying there until I have fixed these problems on my own. That right there is your recipe to self-destruction.

My dad told me that when there is wild fire, you run in the direction of the wind, away from the source of the fire. Then, surprisingly, you start burning the grassy area you found and stay there. That way, the wilf fire won't spread any more, and you have saved yourself from suffocation.

I had to do that today, but I ran to the Lord. In doing so, I found out that all I have to do is do what I am supposed to do, and not worry about the other things. So what is it that I am supposed to do, my designation in the scheme of things?

Worship. My job is to run and stay my course. Run away from baggages that will weigh me down and suffocate me. And then, burn - burn my incense in the altar of God. In brokenness cry out to Him and bring Him all my cares.