I have always sensed a certain fire within myself. I do not presume to think of myself as so unique that I am the only one who has this fire. I believe it is the life breath God placed within us at the thought of our creation. It is fervor lighting up the desire to claim the truth of who we are. I have walked through some harrowing experiences in my life as many of us have whether we realize it or not. It has not all be rough going, there is good and bad in all of life. It is fervor guiding me in walking through what still holds me back from claiming the truth of who I am at my core. Without this earnest intention to be connected to my creator I would have given up a long time ago. It is fervor that sustains me when I feel overwhelmed and want to throw in the towel. When coming face to face with what feels like a demon in the clothing of a familiar friend , I wonder if it is worth it. To wake up spiritually and stay awake takes vigilance and fortitude. If there were no fervor in my heart I would close my eyes and go back to sleep. I believe it is the Spirit of God connecting with the fervor of my heart that keeps the fire going and makes it possible to show up this day. I wish I could say the spiritual path was some sort of lofty and ethereal experience of fairies and flowers all the time. NOT! It is my experience is sometimes it feels more like trudging through mud. Like the Zen Buddhist master, Thich Nhat Hahn, says “No mud, no lotus.” So on days where all I am experiencing is the mud, the fervor of my heart holds a space for the lotus just about to bloom.
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