I wish I had thought of that. What a cool thing, that my sweet little girl has memories of magical campfires. But let's think about the metaphor for a minute. If there are seasons of my life where the fire is burning super hot, maybe I need to pause and search for the miracles. Most of us know the story of the silversmith and how he's polishing and molding metal, and he's watching it every step of the way. But I'd never thought of it in quite this way. During the seasons of fire in my life, where the learning curve is steep and the pain is real, I need to keep my eye on the magic: the tender mercies or holy echoes or silver lining. Whatever word you use to describe God's hand working in your life, that's the magic in the campfire.
These are the mental health challenges I've written about, especially related to light:
Bipolar I alluded to it in this post about gifts and thorns. Yes, I have a mild version where sometimes in a slump (for months at at a time) and sometimes kinda hyper active (usually for about three months).
Manic phase. (still working on a post with tips for staying grounded)
Rainbows Bright colors as a coping mechanism for darkness
SAD seasonal affective disorder, that's what I was talking about with the campfire
Sunshine Tips to help with depression