Our woodstove is backfiring on us coming through where it’s not supposed to. For days its seemed to have grown a mind of its own. It’s rebelling and coming through, dripping down all black, and causing an awful smell that travels down to the floor. My husband scrubs it away. Just when we think it’s better it comes through again. Something inside isn’t working and we can’t figure out the right solution… yet.
Sometimes life doesn’t go as planned. We think we’re fine and something comes pouring out when we least expect it. Creosote is a dark, black, death of a stench not any different from what pours out of us people at times.
And I wonder how little we can do on our own.
I slide something into the oven like meatloaf, squash, potatoes, a full course meal that will help cover up the smell for an hour or two. But, inside that chimney there’s still work to be done that I can’t do on my own. It’s something in a dark side or corner that I haven’t dealt with yet. And sometimes we don’t know how big our pain is until it starts seeping out to the surface. Are we willing?
Everything means something. And can point us in one way or the other. We can’t just scrub it away once or cover it up and expect healing and new life! We can’t ignore it for long and keep just the rest of our house clean and tidy because this scent affects everything. We have to get down and do the work until the work is complete.
Peace stays when willingness is invited in. And we learn our happiness isn’t determined by outside circumstances or even things occurring within our own home. Our hearts are becoming stronger and more stable inside the deep places where real peace can’t be moved, only because we’re willing. God does the real work.
And life begins to take on a new scent. Life is here for the living, friends!