Burn baby, burn

I'm reminded of the song "Refiner's Fire" today. One of my most embarrassing moments is when during a Christian singles mixer, I offered to play guitar for that song whlie we were all singing. Yes, it was in part to impress the girls, but it was also because I really liked this worship song. Of course, after guitarist handed me the instrument I couldn't make a B flat chord, so after a miserable attempt, I suggested that we sing a capella. My friends who were there never cease to tease me about that. What's ironic is that it was a truly refining moment, maybe even divinely appointed.
This last weeek has also been refining, with my on going family issue, and I know it's divinely appointed. I'm sure everyone who pursues a relationship with God has gotten off the mark, and been forced to get back on it. But the process is not enjoyable at all. It stinks! And I know this trial is a huge part of it; don't ask me how I know, I just do. But I must remember my goal, and with that perspective, it's not only bearable, but I know I need it. And when I think about the words to the song, they just leap out right at me:
Refiner's fire,
my heart's one desire
is to be holy;
set apart for you Lord.
I choose to be holy,
set apart for you my master
ready to do your will.