It is a Bit Hot in Here

“For our God is a consuming fire.” Hebrews 12:29

In 2025, I heard God. Not with thunder or angels or dramatic signs, just a loud but grounded conviction that settled into my spirit and refused to leave. It did not shout, it stayed. So I fasted. And I told my husband we were fasting too, because this kind of leading needed witnesses. It needed Gideon-level confirmation, dry wool drenched and drenched wool dried. No confusion. No emotional hype. No maybe it is just me. I needed to know this was God, not ambition, not adrenaline, not imagination. When the confirmation came, steady, quiet and undeniable, I obeyed. Afraid. Peaceful. Excited. Terrified. All at once.

Fast forward to February 2026, and obedience did not deliver me to Goshen with milk and honey and the soft life. Weuh, it has escorted me and my few goats straight to Midian. Full desert mode, burning bush vibes, character development fully activated. God pulled a proper Moses on me, He removed the palace comfort, handed me red Umoja pati pati, and asked that I flip flop. In this heat filled walk, I have no shadow of doubt that God is a consuming fire, I now know that He first takes us into furnaces heated seven times and not candlelight dinners, He takes us into blazing fires, and His fire is intense, Mt. Carmel like. He has been consuming my bulls and Baal, my Prophets, my Altar stones, aka as my plans and my timelines and my spiteful little intellect and everything that has unknowingly pointed to self. I still smell like smoke, a bit charred, but I will be out soon. Everything has met the refiner’s heat, at the family level, He has been exposing and burning the sneaky Asherahs, the subtle patterns and cycles that we did not notice until God says, “Hiyo pia.”

Some days I am God fearing and demon chasing and faith filled and steady and surrendered, but on other days I am like Jonah, bald headed on a hot day under a leaf because the weight of being reshaped is not light work. The good thing is that I can tell that purification is happening.

I find peace in Malachi where scripture says God sits as a refiner of silver and does not throw the silver into the fire and walk away. He sits, He watches, He remains close because the purpose of the fire is not destruction but purification. So I have confidence in knowing that God is not burning down my life, He is burning away what cannot go where He is taking me. 

I don’t have a polished testimony yet, but I can sense that something is being formed in me that comfort could never produce.

If you are in a similar place where obedience feels both peaceful and painful, I want to encourage you that the fire does not mean you missed God. The Refiner is still seated, and He has not stepped away. He is making us more like Himself, and that is always worth it.