Ok, I promise I haven’t really gone mad. And I will try and bring some kind of coherent conclusion out of all this.
But today’s blog post is accurately named in the only way I can accurately think of.
Let me explain… (I know, you’re preparing yourselves for this one…)
I live with two wonderfully precious friends and fantastic women of God. I am blessed. And occassionally we are struck with ideas that can only be described as pure genius. Like, when we thematically named the days of the week on our kitchen white board. Genius. Or, when we made the decision to always keep a stock of Mackies ice-cream in the freezer. Amazing. Or, on Sunday, when we decided to melt copious amounts of chocolate into bowls and dip copious amounts of goodies into said chocolate. Just utter brilliance.
Until Monday morning.
When we were left considering how to get the now-solid chocolate out of the bowls that we really rather needed back in usable-mode for breakfast time.
Now, I’m not sure if anyone else has ever had this dilemma, but when I left for work yesterday morning, it was as-yet-unsolved. We’d poured boiling water in to try and soak off the worst of the damage, and that was that.
Fast forward to last night.
Becca and Faith had rocked my world by restoring our kitchen (and kitchenware!) to it’s former state of cleanliness (thanks girls!) They informed me that the old hot-water trick had worked, and that they had disposed of the pretty liquid-minging-looking-choclately-contents by tipping them down the toilet upstairs.
Sounded good to me.
Until one of us went to use the bathroom a few hours later.
And discovered that the formerly liquid-minging-looking-choclately-contents had solidified in the bottom of the toilet, and now remained resolutely in this solid state, looking remarkably like… A giant poo.
There are no other words for it.
We have a giant, rock solid, seared onto-the-pan, looking-like-a-huge-poo, block of chocolate, staring up at us.
Hot water? Not shifting it. Bleach? Nope. Time under water? Clearly not doing what I had hoped.
We laughed quite hard last night. Very hard in fact. I was a little more concerned this morning. Now we have begun to pray (Ok, I’m kidding… I think :))
But funnily enough, my weird toilet story has a bit more of a thoughtful point to it. Because it reminds me a little bit of life.
Hear me out.
Yesterday I blogged about giving God time and space and being motivated by the right things. But it’s funny isn’t it, how the little distractions can creep in? It’s often the small compromises, and the sin that slips into our lives almost-unnoticed, that has the biggest impact on us over time. You know? We begin with this great resolve to spend daily time with God… But gradually, other things just nudge into taking priority over Him. We almost don’t notice it, until the week we realise we’ve spent almost no time with Him at all and our spirit is dull. Or, we have all this commitment to speak only affirming words to others… But gradually, we allow one gossip-filled conversation to lead to another, until we realise that our tongue has become a curse rather than a blessing. Or even, we make the promises to spend money more wisely and to make choices that consider the poor in what we buy… Until it becomes too time consuming to shop ethically and the cost gets too much, and we suddenly realise that we’re living and spending no differently than the rest of the world.
They are just some examples. But, I could go on, because I’m exactly the same. I sometimes (and sometimes often) make decisions without realising the full consequences… Until it’s too late. And it leaves more of a mess than I thought. And more of a mess than I can fix.
Like the toilet in our house right now.
It makes me so unbelieveably thankful for that truth that we can so quickly forget, that His mercies are NEW every morning.
Because I’m not minimising the sin that we need to repent of, but I’m just being real. We’ve all been here. If we’re really real today then maybe we still are here. Staring at a mess that we never anticipated and don’t really know how to get rid of. But just knowing that things can’t remain the way they are.
And the encouragement to my heart that I want to be the encouragement to your heart, is that He is big enough to deal with our mess. And that when we run to Him and not away from Him, there is always a way. Because His heart is to make a way, where there seems to be none. Like when Jesus stepped into our world, into a mess that we couldn’t fix, and fought for us, and lived for us, and died for us, and defeated death so that we could be with Him forever. And so that we could know that His mercies are new every morning. Without fail. And when I wake with the dawn, and lay my heart and my requests and my need for forgiveness before Him, it is, as Psalm 119 says, His promise that is my comfort, and that which preserves my life.
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. I say to myself, ‘The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him’. The Lord is good to those whose hope is in Him; to the one who seeks Him: It is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord. (Lamentations 3: 21-26).
Oh, and if anyone has any pearls of wisdom on how to melt a huge lump of solidified chocolate from the bottom of the toilet, can you let me know? 😉
And, if anyone comes to our house before now and when we dislodge the chocolate poo… It is chocolate. We promise.