Love Often Requires Sacrifice

The dust…everywhere the dust… Cleaning seems futile. Why do this?

English: Dust bunny Deutsch: Wollmaus

I get tired of cleaning up messes that I didn’t make.

I’m left wondering when “I forgot” or “I’ll do it later” ceases to be an acceptable excuse?

Feelings well up in me, of being under-appreciated or not truly heard.

It is easy to allow the day to day to feel like an obligation instead of a ministry of love.

These moments that cause me to careen back and forth…feeling sick with resentment.

The reigns of control bite deep into my hands.

I gasp the pain.

The hole in the delicate fabric of this life, rips.

I clearly hear the sound. It screams, ugly.

The words, whispered from the deceiver,  prick my ear.

Weariness. Anger. Resentment.

A sharp tongue, and an even sharper heart. Fissures of frustration allow the love to ooze out, leaving empty.

I leak the sin…

And then, in the midst of those sly whispers, I hear even more strongly, the Word.

Truth, speaks.

It pierces through this cracked heart of mine. It penetrates deeply to my very spirit

Love often requires sacrifice.
It is what Christ asks of me.
Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Ephesians 4:2 NIV

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