Staring at the pile of dry, unlit logs, I shared with God my deep longing for something new. It was almost my senior year, and it was the first time my faith felt dry since first discovering who Jesus really is as a freshman.
Holding nothing back, telling God all my worries and hopes, a small stream of smoke began to rise. Then it grew bigger and bigger. Then, a spark. This pit of log and ash caught flame on its own right before my eyes. It’s as though God was clearly speaking, “I’m here. You’re here. And I’ll ignite that spark again.”