The Fourth Man in Your fire.

You had a long day at work. Countless emails to respond to, boss's on your neck for not hitting a deadline. The tube's jammed on the way home. The kids are having a fight when you finally get home. Hubby is crossed, his dinner is going to be late again, and you know he has this important meeting first thing tomorrow morning. You legs feel like lead. Still, you drag yourself to the kitchen, half awake, you mix something for the family and slam it on the dinning table. You haven't said a word because your mouth is too heavy. You are that tired.

You hit the mattress with a vengeance, snoring even before you fall asleep.

You did not turn off the cooker.

It is midnight.
You startle awake. Your throat hurts, your nose tweaks, your eyes water.
You reach for the lamp, blinded by the sudden flood of light.
Wait. Somethings not right.
Your house is in flames. There is a fire.
Quick, you scramble out of bed. Wake the hubby up, grab the kids. Your inner clock is ticking. You know time is not your friend on this one.
You step out of the room, clucting your kids in your hands. But, it is too late.... the fire is all around you.
The kids are beginning to scream.  Your husband cannot move. He is consumed by shock. You can hear your heart pumping. You do not know what to do or who to turn to. Death looms.

Wait. There is a fourth person in the fire. You do a quick head count. You, the kids, your hubby, ( the kids are counted as one). You are not seeing things. A man is walking through the fire. Your fire.
His clothes are sparkling white. His brilliance subdues that of the fiery furnace.  He is smiling.. smiling?

He reaches out to you. You hesitate, wonder who He thinks He is. He may not be getting burnt because.. well because he is probably wearing some fire proof vest or something. But, there is NO WAY you are joining him.

The flames are licking up everything in their path now. The kids are beginning to choke, their clothes snapping in two as the fire slices through. The man is still there. There is a certain calmness about him that amazes you.
You decide to follow him.  Better to try than not to know.

You open your eyes. There is no more fire. No, there is. Only it hasn't harmed you, or your kids or your clothes. You look around the ring of flames. The fourth man is still there, holding you in an embrace that is engulfed with love.

Who are you? You ask.
He doesn't speak. Only shows you his hands.
You gasp, realization hits you.
Two, fleshy holes are carved right in the center of His palms. They are still oozing fresh blood.
You realise He is Jesus.

You realise His words are true.
He will never leave you nor  forsake you.
You sigh with relief.
All you have to do now is wait for the fire to be over.
It is okay really, as long as you are not hurt.

What is Your fire? Financial? Health? Death of a loved one? Sins you cannot let go off?  You are not alone. You are NEVER alone. He is with you in that Fire. And He will bring you through it, unharmed.

Isiah 43- 2: When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.

Daniel 3 - 25 He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.



Deut 31- 8 And the LORD, he it is that doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed.
 
Husbands may fail, Kids may not even know what you are going through. Pastor;s may be too busy, your parents have their own problems too.
There is one person who will NEVER fail. He will work through the FIRE with you. He will never come late.
His name is Jesus.
 
Ciao,
Bimbylads.