I light the candles--something to provide a little ambiance and color to an otherwise dreary morning. But I can't take my eyes off them. I'm so easily distracted by those flames. There's something very soothing about them. I'm tired of thinking and seek the retreat of staring blankly at those candles. One starts to die out and I drain the melted wax off to give it more room to burn. As I do, the flame brightens. I make a little channel for wax to flow away itself and trim the edges, smoothing the rough parts that broke off. I know that rolling in the edges of each candle as they burn will help them melt more evenly, giving them a longer life, so I do that too.
And God shows me I am a candle. He trims and rolls my edges so I'll last longer. He must drain me so my flame can burn brighter. Only then can I soothe another's soul with my presence as these candles soothe mine.
If let Him do this work, this trimming and rolling and draining, will others have a hard time looking away?
You, O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.
Photo Credit: Peter Becker