I never chose to be in the fire, I simply found myself there.
Raging and roaring. Hungry and insatiable.
I find myself in the fire. I did not choose this fire.
Wheezing and coughing. Sweaty and tired.
It makes one change when they go through it, they say.
But does one see change when they are in the fire?
Flame and smoke blur our vision.
The poison and heat deter our reason.
Fire burns around me and I seem to be consumed.
How I need my Saviour, to walk with me through.
Then Nebuchadnezzar lost his temper, and his face turned red with anger at Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. So he ordered the furnace to be heated seven times hotter than usual.
And he commanded the strongest men in his army to tie the three men up and throw them into the blazing furnace.
So they tied them up, fully dressed—shirts, robes, caps, and all—and threw them into the blazing furnace.
Now because the king had given strict orders for the furnace to be made extremely hot, the flames burned up the guards who took the men to the furnace.
Then Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, still tied up, fell into the heart of the blazing fire.
Suddenly Nebuchadnezzar leaped to his feet in amazement. He asked his officials, “Didn’t we tie up three men and throw them into the blazing furnace?” They answered, “Yes, we did, Your Majesty.”
“Then why do I see four men walking around in the fire?” he asked. “They are not tied up, and they show no sign of being hurt—and the fourth one looks like an angel.”
So Nebuchadnezzar went up to the door of the blazing furnace and called out, “Shadrach! Meshach! Abednego! Servants of the Supreme God! Come out!” And they came out at once.
~Praise God who walks with me in the fire.~
Nice weekend people.