"Man oh man, it's a ton of work to keep fanning these flames!" I said out loud to no one in particular, as I feverishly attempted to keep the flames burning on our wet firewood.
Yes, you read that right. I was trying to keep wet firewood lit. Why? Because it was all we had, and I desperately wanted to sit around the fire, enjoy the flicker of the flames, and warm up.
As soon as my exasperated words came out of my mouth, I started to think about how I was fanning the flames of my faith. Was I a waterlogged piece of wood, filled with the ways of the world, unable to be lit-or a dry piece, ready...
