My husband and I pulled our chairs close to the campfire. We laughed about the fact that it didn’t matter which side of it we were on, the smoke soon changed direction and blew in our faces.
There is something mesmerizing about a campfire. It seems to be an integral part of the camping experience. Roasting marshmallows over a campfire is practically a tradition. The fire can also be enjoyed on its own as it crackles and sends sparks into the air.
The flames eventually died down and there were only a few embers left smoldering. When we took a stick and stirred them up a bit a new flame was created.
This happens in life, too. I have had many experiences where the spark or flame of passion for a project has died down. All it took was for someone to come along and point something out from a different angle and the spark was stirred up, rekindling the flame.
When an ember is removed from the fire it soon becomes cold. If left with the other embers, it will retain its heat for a much longer time.
In my life I need to surround myself with positive, encouraging people. Together we can fan the flames of potential each of us carries. As followers of Jesus, we are called to be the spark that points others to his love and light.
For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them. Matthew 18:20 NIV