Refiner’s Fire…

Refiner’s Fire

“God gives the hardest battles to the strongest soldiers.”

Strongest soldiers
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I heard this while my son and I are watching TV, this was uttered by the host when the contestant showed his disappointment when he didn’t make it to the semi-finals. This is while I am listening to this song: Refiner’s fire from my son’s music list. Something hit me. Later on, ideas were slowly coming into my head and as usual, I correlated each instances and came up with this blog. For me it is somehow connected to each other.

The lesson from the Refiner’s fire and the quote above. One writer said that he doesn’t fully agree on this specific quote, saying that our strength comes from God Himself always. I agree on Him as well. The reason why I saw some connections is the belief of most people that God will never give us something we can not bear. And He knows it right from the start, He knows our capability because He is always with us and will assist us should we feel or think that we can not do it.

Almost 2 decades ago, I read the story of the Refiner’s fire. Young as I was. I see it to be very meaningful though it didn’t give any depth on me yet at that time. I encountered the story again after 10 years when my former boss shared it with us via an email. And it became more meaningful then, it gave me a more placid view. I witnessed different reactions from the other recipients of said email. Not until while I was browsing on my sons music list, I discovered that there’s a song created out of that story, it eventually brought out the human in me. More so, the lesson behind the story. What made it more consequential is to know that my teenage son was listening to it all this time. The story instantly became one of my guiding principle.

An intervention miraculously coming from the least expected times. God bringing me to the story each time I complained of something. This was the depth that was lacking during my first and second encounter with the story. The depth came from the time when it created an actual impact on us. Mine was to know that the story has inspired my son as well. I remember my mom, she also has this certain song which she often set to us as an example. “The footprints in the sand”.

Footprints in the sand

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It really takes time to create a good song or story. I am now in the process of finding a song that will mean the same for me. These kind of inspiration amazes me, resonating such gifts of wisdom and willingness to share them to mankind. Thanking God for all. I’d like to repost the story of the Refiner’s fire in case some of my readers havent encountered it yet. And all I can wish is that it’ll also inspire them the way it did to a lot of people including me and my son. God bless everyone.  May we all be purified in His likeness. In His time.

The Refiner’s Fire Story

Some time ago, a few ladies met in a certain city to

read the scriptures and make them the subject of

conversation. While reading the third chapter of

Malachi they came upon a remarkable expression

 in the third verse.
“And He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.”

One lady’s opinion was that it was intended to

convey the view of the sanctifying influence of the

grace of Christ. Then she proposed to visit a

silversmith and report to them what he said

on the subject. She went accordingly and without

telling the object of her errand, begged to know the

process of refining silver, which he fully described

 to her.

“But Sir,” she said, “do you sit while the work of

refining is going on?” “Oh, yes madam, ” replied

the silversmith, “I must sit with my eye steadily fixed

on the furnace, for if the time necessary for refining

 be exceeded in the slightest degree, the silver

will be injured.”

The lady at once saw the beauty, and comfort

 too, of the expression,

“He shall sit as a refiner and purifier

 of silver.”

Christ sees it needful to put His children into a

furnace. His eye is steadily intent on the work of

purifying, and His wisdom and love are both engaged

in the best manner for them. Their trials do not come

at random; “the very hairs of your head are

 all numbered.”

As the lady was leaving the shop, the silversmith

 called her back, and said he had still further to

 mention, that he only knows when the process of

purifying  was complete, by seeing his own image

 reflected in the silver.

Beautiful example! When Christ shall see His own

 image in His people, His work of purifying will

 be accomplished.

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-An only daughter. A mother of a 22 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Lately, I have been enjoying quilting and crafting with beaded fabrics. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! However, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, frozen yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food along w/ broccoli with prawns and mushrooms. Of all the International cuisines, Japanese food is on top of my list. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. I started writing even as a child, I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year(s) they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost both my parents already, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for others' success, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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