What is it about fire that always captivates our interest? Is it the constant shimmer of multiple colors all blending together to produce an amazing show? Would it be the sound of the crackling and popping of things that work together to create a symphony of nature? Could it even just be because we (more directly me) can always find enjoyment out of trying to make a fire from just a few pieces of wood?
Although I believe the answer is different for all of us, I also believe there is something we can take away from it. In our individual relationships with God, we go through different stages of "interest" just like with fire. Sometimes we are interested in how God intends to make something out of our extinguished situation. Other times we wonder at the beauty of how he uses so many different aspects of life, just to create an opportunity for us.
The point I'm trying to make is that no matter how many different stages of "interest" we go through, we should never forget the moment that God's spark gave us new life. That first moment when God took hold of your pile of disoriented wood chips and decided to make an object of interest out of it. Not so that your light could shine brighter than ever before, but so God's light could be seen in a world full of darkness.
Never Forget Your Spark,