Maybe someone can relate to this; the iron weight burning down, crushing me.

I have deeply struggled.
I have been deeply bruised. Crushed and pressed. Painfully so.

So much that even trying to carry on, is more than difficult.

And I seen today an old old iron, and it was upon me. The entire weight of burning iron pressed upon me.

And it has burnt my skin, it has scarred the flesh. It burnt it so incredibly.

And even with the weight, pancaking on top of me, pushing me oh so thin.

But God has said,
He will allow the irons weight and burning; 🔥 because it will smooth out the wrinkles.

The burning will help to de wrinkle the silk of my soul.

But oh, it so hurts.

Ephesians 5:27

²⁷ He did this to present her to himself as a glorious church without a spot or wrinkle or any other blemish. Instead, she will be holy and without fault.

I will be honest father, I have zero idea, how this iron in particular will de crease me.

Maybe, that’s the point. This weighted iron is causing me to de crease another piece of my life. It’s causing me to reduce one aspect of my life.

De crease.

This weighted depressive iron will de crease a part of my current life.

Un wrinkle me father, un wrinkle the silk of my soul.