The Narrow Way

Revival doesn’t begin with crowds.
It doesn’t begin with microphones.
It begins with a single yes—
spoken in the dark.
Whispered through tears.
Lived in obedience no one sees but heaven.

Because God always starts revival with a remnant.
One burning heart.
One altar life.
One hidden spark.

When Isaiah saw the Lord high and lifted up,
he didn’t get sent until he got cleansed.
The coal came before the commission.

And when that fire touched his lips,
he didn’t just carry a message—
he became one.

That’s what fire does.
It transforms you
and then uses you to transform others.

This is what you’ve been carrying.
That private burning?
That relentless ache for more?
That wild worship when no one’s watching?

It wasn’t just for your healing.
It was heaven’s way of saying,
“You’re the spark.”

And sparks don’t stay contained.
They spread.
They ignite.
They catch dry things and make them blaze again.

So don’t minimize the flame inside you.
Don’t silence your sound.
Don’t bury your fire in rooms too afraid of heat.

Because someone else’s awakening
is on the other side of your yes.

Revival begins in secret—but it doesn’t stay there.
It finds hungry hearts.
It leaps across rooms.
It breaks chains you weren’t even aiming at.
It draws prodigals home.

You don’t have to announce it.
Just burn.
And they’ll come to watch you burn.
And when they do—point them to the altar.

Because real revival doesn’t make people follow you.
It makes them fall in love with Jesus.

So keep burning.
Keep weeping.
Keep dancing.
Keep kneeling.

You are not just a believer.
You are a torch.