Instead of the usual calming glow, my birthday muffin candle was set ablaze tonight. A little cupcake-like candle though it was, the flames danced with ferocity. But alas! such intense passion stemming out from the crooked, depraved wick didn't last long. I was rather taken aback by the sudden diminish of the vehement flame into a mere weak glow. the flickering light didn't look like it will last.
but it did. flickering though it was, it's not snuffed out entirely. not just yet. i don't know what keeps a flame burning, but there's something, something beyond the wax, the wick and the matchstick, that's sustaining the glow.
why does all that sound so familiar?
"I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God... For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline."
-2 Timothy 1:6-7
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