Quick, Lord!

I don't want to learn the lesson.

Unwilling to fathom what is being taught.

I'd rather avoid this fiery furnace. Avoid the change.

I'd rather holler,”Quick, Lord! Sprinkle Your fairy dust!”

I want it all better, now.

I am anxious for God to wave a magic wand and make it all go away.

Disappear.

Just like in fairy tales.

“But Lord,” Gideon asked... Judges 6:15

I question, state my reluctance.

The Lord responds, “I will be with you.” Judges 6:16

Here is strength for my limbs.

Here is the fairy dust sprinkled. Magic in my situation.

The furnace may burn, but He is the fire.

Present. Consuming. Encompassing.

Quick, Lord!

Be with me!