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Someone long ago wrote of sitting by a fire. The writer imagined the noises which came from the wood as it burned were imprisoned songs, finally brought to freedom by the flames.
The birds had sung while sitting on the branches of the tree. The wind had pushed its way through, making its own music. The rain had written a melody which sank deep into its roots. A child had played and sang in its shade. All these notes soaked into the wood, hidden away in the trunk.
They were hidden away until the flames set them free one evening chilly enough to warrant an open fire.
As the years pass, our spirits take in many different melodies of life. They may become trapped, hidden away by busyness, by apathy, by ignorance. The flames of adversity can serve as a wonderful tool in the Hands of God, releasing the music inside of us.
We don't have to just "pass through" life; we can gather songs along the way, storing them up for the day when we will need to hear them most.
"Wait for the Lord, and He will deliver you."
Proverbs 20:22b
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