Refined by fire.

This part of the journey isn’t always comfortable…

Being stretched.
Being tested.
Walking through things I don’t fully understand.

But maybe the fire isn’t there to break me—
maybe it’s there to refine me.

To remove what doesn’t belong.
To strengthen what does.
To remind me who I am… and whose I am.

“He will refine them as silver is refined…”
— Zechariah 13:9

And on the other side of it—
there’s something deeper.

“They will call on my name, and I will answer them…
I will say, ‘This is my people.’”

Not destroyed.
Not forgotten.

Refined.