The Refiner

I recently found this letter addressed to myself. I’m pretty sure I remember where it came from, not entirely sure on the year. The note was “To my Refiner” and also inside this envelope was a match.

Lately I have been coming across things that I’ve written in the past. Things that mark my struggles, my beliefs, my dreams, my immaturity, my faith.

As simple as the letter was... I said wow. I said... why, why do I struggle with the same things that I did years ago. Yet, at the same time, I’ve grown from the things that I’ve struggled with.

I like this letter because I wrote “You [God] have shown me recently that, well, you know what’s best for me. Whatever, whomever is in my future, it’s in your control. But, it scares me to give You this control, and the worry. I am so anxious to know who I’m going to turn out to be.”

I like this letter because I wondered, “Who am I going to marry, will I ever fulfill my dream?”

I like this letter because I realized, “I’m learning slowly, it’s the refining process, I have to let go and when I read this... I will be stronger. Thank You my Refiner... mine.”

Who knows what the big issue in my life was when I wrote this. I don’t know, I know now that it wasn’t as big as I thought it was at the time. I know... that I was right. I’m learning, I’m being refined and I am and will continue to be stronger.

I know that God has known who and what I am, before I knew myself.