Refining fire

Have you ever heard how they refine silver? They heat it to an incredible temperature and the dross bubbles to the top where the silversmith can scoop it off. I’m told that when the silversmith can see his own reflection on the top of the pot he knows the silver is pure and ready for use. Oh how I need to be refined, to carry the Masters reflection should be the utmost desire in all our hearts. I always told Jill that it was ironic that her name and Jesus’ started with the same letter because they had so much more in common than just that. I could see Jesus in her, that constant smile, her dare, her adventurous spirit and her ability to think beyond herself where hallmarks that I will never forget. When I’d doubt myself she would give me that look, no words, the look said it all. Then to put the cream on it she would say, “Philip dear, would you stop trying to figure God out and just trust Him”. What advice to an old analytical logical thinker, I like things in order but I’ve come to know this much about God. He is a God of order; it’s just that His order and mine don’t always match. I think I need to stay in that old pot and let Him burn off the dross so that people could see HIS reflection in me. Wouldn’t that be cool?
Love yas.