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| Flaming Angel by Kirsten Borror 2012 Acrylic 5x5 |
This fish could be called the Hermit because of its tendency to be a recluse. It's hard to understand why such a flashy creature should spend most of its existence out of sight. The flame Angelfish first of all has a cool name. A flaming angel? That's not how we usually think of God's heavenly messengers.
Like this shy fish, we may spend time in hiding when we are hit directly in the chest by trauma, and we are 'out of service'. It feels odd to go to the usual social events; parties, dances, celebrations. It is just the way it is. This is the time of selectivity in who/what I expose myself to; and it is immediately apparent when my choice is right or wrong. When I did right, my heart burns like a flame and I yearn for more goodness, more joy. I willingly walk into confinement if He has called me to it.
There will be not one step made without Jesus leading me to it, and for now, I am resting. Time to rest is, although it may seem like a waste of time, God's purpose for me in this season. "Rest, rest, rest. Rest in Me, child." God says. I am hidden in His pavilion. In the secret of His tabernacle will He hide me. Psalm 27:5 He gives me rest from days of trouble until a pit is dug to trap the wicked. Psalm 94:13. I said, 'I am falling'; but your constant love, O Lord, held me up. Psalm 94:18
Our souls wait in silence
In rest and in quiet for You, Spirit
In trust and dependence
We walk in the promise of You coming
With hope and healing in Your wings With fire and with wind, You fall on us again
Here we are waiting for this house to be shaken
For the boldness to carry Your name to the nations
Your signs and Your wonders to go now before us
For the weight of Your glory to rest as we lift You up We lift You up, be magnified in us