I’ll Handle it.

When you don’t know how to handle it.

When you can’t find the handle.

When you know the handle is there but you cannot see it.

For you know not the shape of it, you know not how to hold it, how to handle it.

It it soft to the touch? Is it large or small? Are the edges sharp? Will your hand even fit on it? Can you open the door? Can you handle, the handle, can you handle it?

Yet as you turn your hand to it, my hand is upon it. For there is no handle, no handle that I cannot handle. I am able to open this door without a handle.

Yet in your hand I have placed the key.

Yet I have anointed you wth fire, I love it when you get fired up.

The fire rages across the land, yet I have placed the stream, the flow in your hand.

The flow irrigates my fire. The fire consumes all, destroys the work of the enemy, and yet has no impact on the flow.

The flow is pure and does not steam, is not impacted by the heat of the fire.

The flow ripples across the land. Distributes the fire, ignites the fire.

2 Timothy 1:6-7 That is why I would remind you to stir up (rekindle the embers of, fan the flame of, and keep burning) the gracious gift of God, the inner fire that is in you by means of the laying on of my hands with those of the elders at your ordination. For God did not give us a spirit of timidity (of cowardice, of craven and cringing and fawning fear), but He has given us a spirit of power and of love and of calm and well-balanced mind and discipline and self-control.