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Refining



I read a devotional this week about the book of Malachi. 3:2-3 This verse it highlighted that “He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver".


One of the ladies went to observe a local silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.


She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.


The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, how do you know when the silver is fully refined? He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy—when I see my image in it" 🔥 


….Sometimes God holds us in the fire for a long time doesn’t he? To the point where we cannot bear the heat another minute but all along he never takes his eyes off of us until we are fully refined in his image. He doesn’t want to destroy us. 


I’ve fought against God many times in my 41 years and I’m sure I’ll butt heads again because let’s face it, we think we know what we’re doing right? 


But just like all the times I’ve fought against him, I’ve had to humble myself and ask for direction.


I’ve seen AND heard from God many times on the floor or corner nook of the hospital window praying for my husband with tear filled eyes. He picked me up.


I’ve seen AND heard from God in my own hospital bed when my prognosis wasn’t what I wanted to hear. He gave me breath and a restored arrhythmia. 


I’ve seen AND heard from God holding babies in the wee hours and mourning babies in doctors offices. He dried my tears.


I’ve seen AND heard from God at the end of a stressful day when my children are screaming and crying and I’m at my wits end trying to navigate a growing girl and a teething boy. He answered my prayers and gave me a song to quiet those sweet babies and renewed strength.



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