When you spend time in front of a fire for longer than half an hour, metaphors run rampant just like sparks fly up after you’ve poked it. Words do that in my mind, at least. Burning embers were no longer burning embers– all of a sudden, they were twinkling orange stars in a canopy above a field. No longer simply a physical fire burning the paper trash from a week’s worth of living. This fire danced beyond what eyes could see. 

I promised myself I’d be quick, so I’ll wrap this up. What to say? Have a different set of eyes other than physical. Be open to what God is saying through personal experiences in the backyard. Write about it, even if it’s something that is commonly felt as overdone. We all have a voice. We all can use metaphors. It’s not a “reserved for Kayla only” work! You are a wonder. Fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139). Walk that out now, as I will work on doing right along with you. There the embers will turn from sparks… into flames… from flames… into a full-fledged fire. 


“…for love is strong as death,
jealousy is fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
the very flame of the LORD.”

(Song of Solomon 8:6 ESV)

Photo: Camping near Volcano National Park in Hawaii, 2010