According to the prophet Daniel, the Hebrew teenagers, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego were thrown into a furnace for refusing to worship the Babylonian king Nebuchadnezzar.
They were Divinely protected from the fire by a 4th being walking around in the flames, and finally taken out of the furnace. Daniel reports they did not even retain the smell of smoke after they were rescued.
Daniel also records Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego had actually been saved by “someone like the Son of God”.
Quite the story.
I have dealt with my own fiery trial over the last some months. That furnace is history.
Yes, I have survived. But I can’t seem to heal these singes or shake this smell of smoke.
Not quickly. Not alone.
This “someone like the Son of God” is slow and subtle.
As of December 14, 2018, I am going to quit mourning and start enjoying this Yuletide/Advent/Christmas Season.
“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul
“And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning, and company doesn’t always mean security
“And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead
“With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight
“After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
“And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth
“And you learn
“And you learn
“With every goodbye you learn. ~ Veronica A. Shoffstall