Sometimes there is a Little Fire waiting to burn all along.

But before even that small fire starts to burn, the glowing embers have to be awakened. It can take a lot of work getting a nearly dead fire back to life.

It certainly can’t cope with a big log thrown on top straight away. That’s just going to starve it of oxygen and kill any chance of getting things going. Little twigs and bits of paper are the way. And a lot of blowing.

Of course it helps if you’ve got some purpose made Firestarters. But in life that isn’t always the case. So patience and care are the key when the raw materials are in short supply.

I’ve watched the boy, about whom today’s song was written, and who sometimes looked like a hopeless case, turn into a young man.

He’s our little fire, and we’re proud of him. He warms our hearts.