A Year of Fire

This last year has been one of learning patience. trust. waiting.  Not as much unanswered prayers as... prayers answered in a different way than I would have liked.  It has been challenging at times.
But, oh, I wouldn't change it for a thing.
This God of ours, He loves us.  He has provided faithfully and in unexpected ways.  His Holy Spirit has been lovely and nearly palpable to me.  I have felt utterly dependent on Him, and honestly, as hard as it has been, I would stay in this state of transition and uncertainty forever if He wills it.
Because, you see, I'm learning that there is no uncertainty for those of us whose hope is in the Lord.  He's already said He will take care of us, provide for us.   And more than anything, I've learned that He will give us this day our daily bread.  His provision is every. day. And I trust him anew every. day.
I was driving along, unexpectedly alone for a bit, going to meet my husband who had my children with him.  I was listening to music, with the windows down, and I suddenly felt young again.  Now, I know I'm only 31, I'm not that old, but let's face it - I'm not exactly a youngin anymore.  But driving along, wind whipping my hair around, I had the overwhelming sense that the Holy Spirit was telling me that I am still His little girl.  Just because I have a family of my own, doesn't mean I am any less His daughter, and that He will take care of me, as any good father would.
You see, He's teaching me.  And He told me He's teaching me, through this year of fire, because I am worth refining.  And I'd like nothing more than for Him to continue to teach me, be it through trials or blessings, for the rest of my life.
I was a young woman, basking in her Father's love, reveling in the knowledge that He's refining me.  And I'll take that fire any day, if I can keep learning from Him.