Yesterday morning, I was thinking. Yeah. I know. It's dangerous.
When I first set up this blog with the title, Ball of Fire Woman, five people had spoken fire, or ball of fire, over me, in prayer.
I just realized I might have jumped to conclusions with what God meant. Fire. Ball of Fire. I got kinda puffed up. "Yeah! I'm on fire for God! I'm hot!" HA!
Maybe He was just telling me that He has a lot of crap He needs to burn out of me!