A very deep and long thought: The other night as I was taking my water glass to the kitchen, I noticed a funny odor coming from what I thought was the garbage can. I was getting ready to retire for the evening, so any expending of energies to remedy the situation was out of the picture. After all, it really was not that bad, and what would another 8 hours hurt? As I woke the thoughts of sugar plums dancing in my head, gave way to the thoughts of that first sip of coffee. After a ritualistic stop in the powder room, I headed right to the coffee pot. As I cleared the threshold of the kitchen a wafting smell of YUCK bowled me over. The odor had become a full blown smell in a matter of a good night’s sleep. The kids had to get ready for school and me for work. What was a woman to do? As with most dirty jobs, I called for my super hubby to rescue us all from the impending doom of olfactory death. I was so glad he had a day off from work. After my Man of Steel swooped into the room and took off his cape, he quickly assessed the situation. “Honey, the smell is not coming from the garbage. Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it. You get ready for work.” He went about the chore of pulling everything out of the cupboards and pulling out the dishwasher and the like. My Superman was indeed in control and I could resume my primping. Later that morning as I was fuddling over the paperwork on my desk, a call came in from Superman. “I have pulled everything out, and there is nothing to be found. I pulled a wall panel off and dismantled the cupboard too. I don’t know what to tell you. ” My heart sank as I returned to my paperwork at the thoughts of living with the smell as something continued to decay in the structure of my house. I do not like the kitchen anyway; this is going to make it unbearable! We will have to have take-out the rest of the week. I continued to block the thought and get through the work at hand, after all I would be enjoying the smell soon enough. Entering the front door, I was met with a mannish giggle. “Smell this,” said Super-man, as he shoved a container into my face. Usually I am greeted with a hug or kiss; this certainly was not an act of love. The dish odor knocked me off my feet. After I awoke from the nose coma, my husband shared that this container had been sitting in an obscure corner of the kitchen awaiting a good wash. I was glad the he found it, but wondered why he had to share his find. This morning I have been thinking about the story in Luke 15:8-10. Jesus tells of a woman who has a bunch of coins and loses one. She tears up the place looking for this valuable item. She soon finds the coin, tells the neighborhood and they whoop it up together in celebration. I likened the smell in my kitchen to this story. However, the thing of value was actually a bad thing. If only I too would spend this much time defining the sin in my life as to eliminate it and become more Christ-like. I tend to be lazy and do not want to expend the energy to better myself. My procrastination often catches up with me and the stench of the unattended sin leaves no alternative but to deal with it as a crisis. Usually an emergency reaction demands much more resource than the prior. I am joyous inside when able to overcome something un-godly. I fail however to celebrate, as I am ashamed of my sin in the first place. I am re-thinking my strategy this morning. I think we should celebrate our over comings. A closer relationship with God is certainly worth rejoicing about. Each step closer to eternal glory should be shouted from the rooftops. Thank you Superman for saving our household from the stench, and in turn sharing said find. I am glad you find me worthy to share your over-comings!
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 14:57:52 +0000
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