I love this season of being able to have a fire in the fireplace—even if it’s going to reach 75° this afternoon.

I was looking at the wood and thought:
if it were wet or “alive,” it wouldn’t be able to catch fire. And we usually only light a fire in the fall/winter season

And I realized… that’s just like life.

Those moments when you feel lonely, sad, frustrated…
when you don’t feel seen, appreciated, or heard…
the seasons of (fall/winter) depression, worry, or fear—
(in our humanity, these moments are normal and expected)—
but they also serve a purpose.

Those moments are dry.
Like a desert.
They feel dead… but dead things need revival.

A dry place can be lit on fire.

In Scripture, dry places are often where God reveals Himself the most.
• Moses was in a dry desert when he encountered a burning bush.
• Elijah called down fire on a drought-stricken mountain.
• Ezekiel prophesied over a valley of dry bones—breath + fire brought life.
• John the Baptist cried out in a wilderness, and revival broke out.

Dryness is not death.
Dryness is tinder.

It’s the kind of place where one spark becomes a wildfire.

Sometimes God lets everything dry up so there’s nothing left to burn except what is not Him.
That’s when His fire falls—
not to destroy you,
but to ignite you.

A dry place can be lit on fire…
and when God sets it ablaze,
it becomes holy ground.