Trial by Fire (I Corinthians 3)

Burning my fields of gold as I sit numbly by watching the flickering flames light up the winter sky. Cold and alone feeling the pain of every seed I planted unto harvest as they dwindle now in the flames of His purifying heat. the soil will receive the nutrients of this burning field, but for all the work and vanity I put into these things my pains and my trials I feel the flames, not their warmth, but a painful burn as all the labor of my life is destroyed so that He can have His field back and I can join with workers to restore His will after my will is broken and burned and devoured. Twenty-eight days of fire left, then come in the land levelers, the tillers and the fertilizers, but that will be after the winter when spring is upon us once more. I await my Easter morning.