Love isn’t always fluffy

I’m a natural born conflict avoider. In my ideal world, everyone gets along while singing kumbaya. But love isn’t always fluffy. It isn’t always a bouquet of daisies. It sometimes has to make tough choices and get a little messy.

They don’t tell you that in the Cinderella movie.

Open rebuke is better than love carefully concealed. Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful. Proverbs 27:5-6


Today I’m spending some time at the Do Not Depart blog talking about one way I maintain a spirit of gentleness when love breaks out of my happy box — like when I have to address the sin of someone I love. Click here to read more.

Fill me, Lord…

Have you seen love get messy?
How have you handled it when love isn’t fluffy?

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  • I’m uncertain if crying is considered “handling,” but that’s usually at least one of my responses when it gets difficult. When love is tough, not easy. When it requires choice, not just how I feel. When how I feel does not match up to what I know is true. I pray, if I can find the words. Usually I have one verse and I cling to it until the life in the words become true to me. This happens especially when someone comes to me with something that they believe is not right in my life. It’s how I distinguish their opinion from the truth.