Psalm 127:3-5
3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one's youth.
5 Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
The Bible refers our children as arrows. In thinking about this and praying for my children one morning while walking to work, I realized that a few my children are flaming arrows. They are passionate and full of energy and are more dangerous than regular arrows. They are still pointy, but they are capable of inflicting greater degrees of damage than regular arrows.
As parents, we don't typically know how to handle flaming arrows. So we more often than not attempt to snuff it out, assuming we can light it later once it is better trained at hitting the intended targets. But I'm not entirely sure we should be trying to "beat the fire out of 'em" as I have heard it said. They may be hot and dangerous to have around in some regards, but imagine all that heat and energy aimed at something worthwhile. Imagine that kind of danger and damage being inflicted upon the darkness. Flaming arrows can pierce the darkness both by being driven deep down by their points, but also by illuminating the night by their fire.
May God grant us the patience to deal with burnt fingers in order to turn out flaming arrows. May He give us the restraint to avoid making our lives easier by stamping out the fire. May He give us wisdom to know how best to fan their flame without letting everyone get burned in the meantime. May He send them out as instruments of righteousness aimed at demolishing devilish strongholds and inflicting compound damage on the darkness through pierced hearts lit aflame for His glory.
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