I heard a rumor I told myself that I love trenches and drenched magazines. Brass lying everywhere. Sometimes when things aren't as "oppressive" or hard as first world, American problems can be, I think that I need to have something going wrong in my life. I need to grow in faith in that area. Sometimes God grants me rest and times that are supposed to be okay.

Life is full, and I decided to not be passive, but to allow this season for God to grow me in faith. I like how Elijah, proving the might and faithfulness of his Lord, called out all the king's magicians, pagan priests, and the like, called for his alter to be stacked and drenched, and drenched some more, to prove the power and greatness that our God gives and displays. He even gave them their chance first, calling on them, with their dry and shallow alter, to call upon Baal to send down fire. Nada.

God shows up, as Elijah calls on his Lord, and burns everything up into nothingness. Fire sent from heaven. UNREAL. Totally happened. Even the moat of water surrounding it dried up!

Elijah had people mock him, the world tell him other ways than God's way, and seemingly impossible circumstances in front of him. He moved it even further, because he trusted in God THAT much, to show that the Supernatural overcomes the natural.

Incredible example to me. Big faith challenge. And in whatever way this makes the most sense, I'm not going to allow my heart to be told other ways by this world, or pursue things that I think I should pursue. I'm going to drench my heart and drench it some more, so it's soaked like a sponge, and whatever plans, purposes, people and ideas He has for my life have to be solidified through Him. He's gotta turn up the heat and show me it's the real deal. Because I can allow my heart to fall in love with a many splendid thing, but who has the time.

So until that day, I'll saturate my heart with him, and he'll show me from there.