"Scorched"

"They rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my soul." (Psalms 35:12) The breath of life, counted by some as the only form of real existence, has more meaning to it than just living and breathing; take the account of life for example, which is the narrative of your life, that being the story that has been written. This story has many different directions that it might travel, much as the wind is directed and travels ways that are hard to be determined, so too, the traveling of our story is much the same. The point to all this traveling stuff that I am getting at is that of our final destination, in that final chapter of our life has the same result or conclusion no matter what the story might hold within it's pages; that is true whether you are in Christ or not: if you are in Christ you are to be glorified, if you are not, then you are condemned; everything in between is just your story, or your account of life. Unfortunately this account will need to be accounted for, whether it be good or bad, each of our accounts will be judged accordingly. Okay then; here is the 'lighter side' of this word "spoiling", as in, "to the spoiling of my soul": there will be loss; simply put, we are going to suffer loss in this world; how we react to the loss that we suffer, that's what we will give our accounting for, and that's what will determine our rewards. Another way to look at what I am talking about is purification, as in God's purifying fire; as things get burned away in our lives, we can either be scorched by that event, or we can be purified by it, depending on how we accept it's outcome. Either way, something will be scorched; the things we want to count for the scorching are the things of this earth, which are going to be dissolved anyway; it's that which is added to our account that we must be concerned with; things like, our testimony of God's love, or the hope we have in our salvation; those are the things that we will be giving our account over, and those are the things we do the scorching of by the way we react to loss; whether that be material loss or the loss of personal pride; all loss is loss. And yet again, who has suffered a greater loss than Him who gave it all away... "For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53:2-5)