Marshmallows, my hair (just to see if it would smell), my name in flammable gel, black widows, ants, the toilet in the boys bathroom at San Gabriel Christian School in 3rd grade*.
When I think of being literally on fire, I think "wow, how uncomfortable". When I think of being figuratively on fire, I think "wow, how uncomfortable". I LOVE being comfortable. A few examples would be that I have not worn jeans in 4 years (too constricting, I don't care if it's an American Classic!) and all my pants are elastic waisted. My favorite pair of pjs have no elasticity in the waistband because they're so old and shapeless. I also hate praying and speaking in between songs when I'm leading worship because I'm terrified of speaking in front of people. Yet I know that if I'm going to be passionate about God, if I'm going to live like I love Him, I'm going to be uncomfortable and that's ok! Because my old self is dying. Because He empowers me (us) with the Holy Spirit and I (we) live under His grace.
*the fire in the boys bathroom at SGCS was not caused by me. If I were a great detective like Nancy Drew or Cam Jansen or Encyclopedia Brown, I would guess Eugene Lew did it.
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