October 1, 2013 18 Comments
Can we talk about bugs for a minute? Sarabeth and I have this bug infestation outside our front door. They’re literally called stink bugs, brought to us by the Asians however many years ago. I put the picture of them at the bottom of the post out of sensitivity for my squeamish readers.
It’s supposed to be a blessing to come home, right? But not if you know you’re going to find several of these bugs loitering all over your front porch. They’re trying to get inside the house to evade the oncoming winter. And I think they’re getting smarter everyday.
They’ve been darting at Sarabeth, and yesterday when I killed one with my sandal, another one flew right into my cheek. I’m sure I had just squashed its lover, because it was angry! (Don’t worry – they’re reunited, thanks to me.) They see how resistant we are to allowing them to fly into the open door, so now they land on our clothes in hopes of coming in as a stowaway.
And when you kill them, not only are their guts splattered, but they stink, as well. Hence, their name stink bugs. And sometimes our puppy will pick up a dead one I failed to sweep off the porch and bring it inside.
These things are despicable.
But they get me thinking. According to Dorothy, or Alice, or someone (I forget who), home is where the heart is. And these little dementors are trying to break in. So when I swat them with the broom or my shoes, I think of them as representing lust, or greed, or slothfulness, or anger, or pride.
All those things and more are daily vying for a place in our hearts so they can take root and grow. Are you standing guard outside your heart, watching what goes in? As the steward of your heart, you have the responsibility to give and withhold permission of access into your heart.
“Above everything else, guard your heart, because from it flows the spring of life.” -Proverbs 4:23
We come home to dozens of these things each day on our front porch: