Think back to a time when you were really struggling with a particular issue. Was it trying to lay off the hot and heavy when you were a single twenty-something? Gosh, maybe you were getting off the partying band wagon and trying to move on to something better. Maybe you had to leave a relationship or grow up an immature part of yourself. Just think back to that. Do you remember thinking to yourself and God, “Lord, when I get through this, what are we going to have to talk about?” I do.
In reading Bindu’s post, the words Love is not rude stuck out for me. I was thinking about how I treat my husband sometimes. In a snappy way, telling him the truth about how I feel without any love packed around it. Of course, I can make some excuses such as it really only happens when I am tired or sick or whatever. But Love is not rude. When I read Bindu’s reminder of what God is made of, I felt quieted by His spirit that reveals truth. I can be so self-righteous about my feelings. So snappy, so rude.
Having lost my dad about two years ago, I had the very uncomfortable opportunity to relive in my mind my entire relationship with dad. There is this one instance when I was frustrated sort of sandwiched between the foyer closet and the front door. My dad tried to come in the front door holding stuff and I whaled out something very rude that I am too embarrassed to write down. Do you know how long after my dad died that I pondered in regret over that fat, ugly comment?
Love is not rude. So, Lord, when we get past the big stuff, there is still more to talk about. You are always making us holy. Always showing us through your Word parts of ourself that you want to fill up with your holiness. Lord, help me to not be rude. Thank you for forgiving me for my rudeness in the past. Thank you for accepting my I am sorries, and passing them onto my dad. Thanks Lord for who you are and for who you believe I can be. Thank you that Love Never Fails.