Fire Starter, Little Flame

A couple of months before giving birth to Levi I was doodling his name during a service at church, while doing so I turned the “i” in Levi into a candle and as I did I heard, “Fire Starter, Little Flame.”  I didn’t think much of the words at the time and just went on with life and preparing for my new life as a mother of two.  By the time I gave birth I had completely forgotten about my doodle and what I had heard God say so when he came out with red hair I didn’t think much of it.  About four or so weeks after he was born we were driving in the car and those words, “fire starter, little flame” hit me like a ton of bricks and the beautiful poetic picture of his red hair came into full view. Continue reading