Slop Bucket

There's a bucket inside each heart where hurts are dumped.

Little hurts, big hurts, past hurts- they all get dumped into this slop bucket.

We think we're fine because the hurts are contained.

We think we've dealt with the hurts because they aren't rising to the surface that often.

But then someone comes along and kicks that slop bucket with a mean word or two and it spills over.

Sloshing. Spilling. Leaking. Staining. And every word we speak in response carries some of what's in our slop bucket.

So here's the thing. Slop can be good if it's been turned into compassion.

Some people have let Jesus touch their slop mixing in mercy, grace, forgiveness, and a love that reaches just beyond what we're capable of on our own.

But too many of us have let our slop bucket sit and ferment in pride, resistance, my right to be right, and bitterness that cuts off our potential to grow into the woman we're designed to become.

So, instead of compassion, the harshest judgement drips out with each of our words.

Compassion. Judgement.

The reality that every Jesus girl has a slop bucket.