Lane Street’s Sunday Campfire Reflection

Lane Street’s Sunday Campfire Reflection: “I love you, Lord, my strength.” Psalm 18:1

The fire had burned down to coals, the kind that don’t crackle anymore—they just glow and do their work. Lane Street sat quiet for a spell, hat tipped back, coffee gone cold. Then he spoke, not to impress anyone, just because silence had done its part.

“I’ve noticed something over the years,” Lane said. “The men who talk most about strength usually haven’t needed much of it yet.”

He poked at the fire once, then left it alone.

“David said, ‘I love You, Lord, my strength.’ Not the other way around. He didn’t lead with muscle or grit or grit-your-teeth faith. He led with love. Took him a long road to get there, too—running, hiding, fighting battles he didn’t ask for.”

Lane looked up, eyes catching the firelight. “I used to think strength came from trying harder. Holding on longer. Standing taller when everything in you wanted to sit down. But somewhere along the trail, I learned this—strength shows up best after love settles in.”

He nodded, slow. “When you love God first, you stop trying to prove yourself. You stop wrestling control back from Him. You quit measuring the fight and start trusting the One who called you into it.”

The fire popped once, then went quiet again.

“I didn’t find my strength by trying harder,” Lane said softly. “I found it by loving God deeper.”

He stood, dusted off his jeans, and left the fire to finish burning on its own.

“Some truths,” he added over his shoulder, “don’t need more heat. Just time.”