At first thought, today’s Five Minute Friday word prompt of BLOOM brought this image to mind:
Soft flower petals, sweet scents, and vibrant colors naturally mix together to bring about those lovely blooms.
Except when they don’t.
True to my word study nature, my first task was to peruse the definitions for bloom. And there it was, tucked amidst an overwhelming list of words as I scrolled down the page of The Free Dictionary website:
1. A bar of steel prepared for rolling.
2. A mass of wrought iron ready for further working
Hmmm… it had never occurred to me that a bloom could refer to ironwork. Guess that proves I’m much more apt to grow things than I am to weld.
With peaked interest, I began further exploration and discovered that there is a furnace known as a bloomery.
This ingenious invention has been around for centuries and is basically used to heat and change an ore, removing other elements of gasses and slag (sounds appealing, doesn’t it) and leaving just the metal behind.
Techniques and terms like smelting; reduction; roasting; and fluxes all combine to bring about the desired effect – a pure and free metal, prepared and ready for further working.
Wrought through fire.
Hammered and shaped at the hands of the Master Smith.
Yep, it’s safe to say that I am a bloom in process.
Undergoing changes. Passing through the fire. Hammered by trials. Blown about by temptations that bring self to the surface where they can be blown away by the breath of God forcing His life into me.
All because of love.
I am continually undergoing change.
Changes carefully controlled by the loving hands of my Master Smith.
Changes meant to strengthen me, and not to harm me.
Changes meant to give me hope and a future.
Changes meant to free me and make me a vessel of honor, fit and useful for every good work.
Prepared for the Master’s service.
Never left to myself in the fire, I join with the infamous trio who defied Nebuchadnezzar’s edict, and am met in the flames by One whose presence sustains the heat for me.
Grace upon grace forged in the furnace of His all-consuming love where the only things that burn are the things that held me bound.
Wrought with care by One who holds me closely to Himself through the rising temperatures.
I am the bloom, and He is the Smith who knows the way I take.
Not one second of heat is wasted.
Not one pounding of the hammer is without purpose.
All is done to bring about the beauty that Father sees within me.
To set me free and release the bloom.
This post was written in conjunction with Lisa Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday. Click on over and check it out: http://www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday