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Love Is Not Disposable, Or Is It?

 

I saw these sandals last spring. I tried them on, loved them, but I didn't want to buy them. I felt like they were too impractical. I felt I needed an all black shoe that could go with anything. Practicality. My fiancé, at the time, insisted on buying them for me. You know what happened with my practical shoes? Pretty much nothing. I almost never wear them because I don't really like them. Even though they are practical. Now the "impractical" shoes on the other hand I have worn until they refused to be worn anymore. I've worn them around the house, I've worn them internationally. I've worn them with socks, I've worn them with freshly painted toe nails, and feet that I should have kept hidden. So you imagine my reaction when one day I put my feet into my favorite shoes and they did this....




Not for one moment did I consider disposing of the shoes. I love them. Immediately I thought about what I could do to repair them. The shoes and the super glue were going to have a date! Where there is a will there is a way, right? Yes, and no. When all is dependent on one, then will away. Yet in the case of my shoes, there has to be receptiveness. I can squeeze all of the super glue I want into the sole in an attempt to repair the shoe. However the fabric and the sole have to meld together in order for me to wear them like I used to wear them. I used the super glue, and for a few days the shoe cooperated. Then it returned to the state in the picture.

Now I am at a crossroads. Do I wear the shoes as they are, knowing their tattered state is a trip hazard? Do I attempt to repair the shoes again? Maybe even take the shoes to a shoe repair store for professional repair? Or do I dispose of the shoes? What is practical? What is impractical?

Sometimes we want love to work so badly that we will go to any expense to make it work. We will sacrifice all that we are in an effort to maintain status quo. Sometimes we are preconditioned to dispose of anything that is not serving us perfectly, immediately. 


I started reading this book a few weeks ago, about how Jesus walked away... He didn't stay in every situation, He didn't invest always, even though He is love. It's not that love is disposable. But it is a valuable resource to be used wisely.




I haven't decided what to do with my shoes yet, but I do know that their current state just won't work. 







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