Trashy Love
One day while running errands with my mother, I mentioned something to her about some girls I knew who dressed so trashy. As Rachel sat in the back seat of the car, listening to our conversation, she said, “Mom, how are you better than them when you talk about them like that?” Busted!
Just as these girls dressed trashy, I was being trashy with my love toward them. How often do we offer trashy love to others?
Instead of patience, we offer impatience.
Rather than being kind, we choose to be rude.
When we should rejoice in God's blessing to someone else, we become envious.
Rather than having a humble attitude, we become puffed up and proud.
It seems that our motives are often self-seeking, instead of seeking the good of others.
While true love isn't supposed to be easily angered, it seems that our temper can flare up in an instant.
We aren't supposed to keep a record of wrongs, but when someone ruffles our feathers, we can quickly recite a list of wrongs done to us by this person.
Love is supposed to protect. Yet, how many times do we hang up the phone, only to call two or three people and share something that was told to us in confidence?
Love is supposed to persevere, yet we live in a society that believes in giving up as soon as some problem arises. People file for divorce. People stop serving in the church when things they get their feelings hurt. We quit attending church because we were offended by someone. We would rather not learn about perseverance.
Excuse me now. I think I need to be washed by the Father for some trashy love that I have offered to others.
© 2006, Stacy R. Miller | 
