Practical Christianity:  Love, Part 3:  The Weeds That Choke Love

(Part 3 of 5)

⚒️ Anvil:  Continued

Yesterday we stood in the fire and watched counterfeit love melt away.  Today the forge cools, and the light shifts from flame to lamp.  The testing is done; now comes the careful inspection.  True love must be maintained, or even pure metal will corrode.

The Corrosion after the Fire

Song of Solomon 2:15  Catch the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.(ESV)

The anvil grows quiet, and the craftsman lifts the finished piece to the light.  It rings true, forged and faithful, yet the work isn’t over.  Every sword, every tool, every covenant that endures must be oiled, sharpened, and guarded.  Fire purifies; neglect corrupts.

The greatest threats to love often come after victory.  When the pressure eases, small compromises slip through the cracks.  They arrive politely, almost kindly—little distractions, little habits, little silences.  None of them look like rebellion, but all of them steal life from the covenant that once burned bright.

These are the weeds that choke love.  They do not mock it like the counterfeits did; they feed on it—slowly starving the good until only dry stalks remain.  They grow best in unguarded soil.

Weed #1:  Unspoken Expectations leads to resentment

Amos 3:3  Do two walk together unless they have agreed to do so?(ESV)

Expectation is the quiet architect of resentment.  We imagine what love “should” do and then punish others for failing to read our blueprints.  The husband who assumes his wife knows what he needs, the friend who expects daily reassurance, the believer who serves God for blessing rather than relationship—each writes secret contracts that no one else signed.

Unspoken expectations weaponize disappointment.  Every unmet assumption becomes proof that “they don’t care.”  Soon the covenant is negotiating with ghosts instead of people.

Pulling Tip:  Bring assumptions into the open.  Ask before accusing.  Replace mind-reading with mutual planning.  Agreement, not assumption, is the oxygen of healthy love.

Weed #2:  Unrepaired Hurt leads to bitterness

Ephesians 4:32  Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.(ESV)

Forgiveness is maintenance.  It is not a single heroic act but a daily habit that keeps the gears of grace from seizing.  A wound ignored is not healed—it is hidden, and hidden wounds rot.

Bitterness does not bloom overnight; it germinates quietly.  It hides beneath humor, beneath busyness, beneath spiritual language that smiles and says, “I’m fine.”  But bitterness is never fine.  It poisons memory until the past feels safer than the present.

Many believers mistake repression for forgiveness.  They close the file but never delete the record.  The next offense reopens every previous one, and suddenly the heart is a courtroom again.

Pulling Tip:  Revisit old wounds before they rewrite new ones.  Say the words out loud—“That hurt me.”  Bring the pain to God first, then to the person if possible.  Forgiveness is how we reopen circulation to a limb that was going numb.

Weed #3:  Pride leads to isolation

James 4:6  God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.(ESV)

Pride begins as self-protection and ends as self-imprisonment.  It convinces us that asking for help is weakness and that independence is maturity.  Pride is the armor of those who fear rejection, yet the armor becomes the reason they are alone.

When love loses humility, it stops receiving correction.  Every covenant—marriage, friendship, fellowship—depends on mutual submission.  Pride replaces that with performance.  We start polishing the exterior instead of repairing the engine.

The proud believer builds a fortress and calls it faith.  The humble believer builds a door and calls it dependence.

Pulling Tip:  Practice confession before collapse.  Admit weakness before it becomes sin.  Humility is not humiliation; it’s hospitality—it invites grace to dwell where shame once hid.

Weed #4:  Fear leads to control

1 John 4:18  There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear.(ESV)

Fear is a liar with a gentle voice.  It tells us that safety is found in control.  Parents smother children, pastors micromanage congregations, spouses monitor each other’s steps—not from cruelty, but from terror of losing what they love.  Yet fear creates the very distance it dreads.

Control is the counterfeit gardener:  it cuts every new shoot short to prevent unpredictability.  The garden looks tidy but sterile.

Pulling Tip:  Replace control with accountability.  Invite trusted voices to speak where you fear to release.  Ask God to remind you that protection without permission is prison.

Weed #5:  Fatigue leads to apathy

Matthew 11:28  Come to Me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.(ESV)

This fifth weed hides behind busyness.  Love fades not because we stopped caring, but because we stopped resting.  Fatigue dulls discernment and turns discipline into drudgery.  Even good work can become idolatry when it replaces worship.

When the body and soul never Sabbath, weeds grow in the cracks between exhaustion and resentment.  The first symptom is silence—less laughter, fewer prayers, smaller joys.  The fire still burns, but it gives no light.

Pulling Tip:  Rest is not retreat; it’s restoration.  Step back so the soil can breathe.  You cannot pour oil into another lamp while your own wick is dry.

The Gardener’s Hands:  God’s Role in the Weeding

John 15:2  Every branch that does bear fruit He prunes, that it may bear more fruit.(ESV)

Even the most diligent craftsman knows when to set the piece down and call for the Master.  Some weeds have roots too deep for human hands.  They are generational, psychological, spiritual—beyond therapy, beyond talk, beyond technique.

That’s when love must return to its Maker.  God never condemns honest weakness.  He steps into our gardens with sleeves rolled up, not clipboard in hand.  His pruning is precise—never cruel, always calculated.

The purpose of divine pruning is increase, not punishment.  When God removes something or someone, it’s not always rejection; sometimes it’s release.  We mistake subtraction for loss, but heaven calls it preparation.

The Weed-Pull Protocol

  1. Confess:  Name the weed without excuse.  Honest naming drains shame of power.
  2. Repent:  Acknowledge how it grew.  Trace the root, not just the leaf.
  3. Restitute:  Restore what it stole—time, trust, tenderness.
  4. Re-draw:  Set new boundaries that guard future growth.
  5. Review:  Inspect again later.  Healthy gardens still need tending.

Matthew 3:8  Bear fruit in keeping with repentance.(ESV)

Maintenance is not suspicion; it’s stewardship.  Love is too sacred to leave unattended.

The Cost of Neglect

Unchecked weeds steal nutrients meant for fruit.  The vine still grows, but it feeds what will never nourish.  Marriages collapse not from one betrayal but from ten thousand tiny neglects.  Friendships die not from hatred but from silence.  Churches fracture when routine replaces relationship.

The tragedy of neglected love is that it dies quietly.  There’s no explosion—just gradual erosion until faithfulness feels unfamiliar.  By the time anyone notices, the garden has become a thicket.

But even thickets can be cleared.  Even hard soil can be tilled again.  Nothing in God’s kingdom is too overgrown for grace.

A Word to the Weary Gardener

If this section feels heavy, that’s because inspection always is.  But remember:  the hammer and the hoe belong to the same craftsman.  The God who struck away impurity in the fire is the same God who kneels beside you in the dirt.  His hands bear both the calluses of a smith and the tenderness of a gardener.

He does not despise the mess; He joins you in it.  Every time you pull a weed, He strengthens your grip.  Every time you confess decay, He supplies new seed.  The goal isn’t a perfect garden—it’s partnership with the Gardener.

Philippians 1:6  He who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.(ESV)

Tomorrow Part 4:  When to Pull and When to Cultivate

Some weeds must be ripped out immediately or they’ll poison the soil.  Others must be allowed to grow until their roots are visible enough to extract without tearing the surrounding life apart.  Tomorrow we’ll pause over the gardener’s handbook—with a Sidebar on discernment—and learn how to tell the difference between pruning and patience.


[⚓ Floatie] [✒️ Forge] [⚒️ Anvil] [🔥 Ember] [🌿 Covenant Triumph]
This post follows the Forge Baseline Rule—layered truth for the discerning remnant.

11 responses to “Practical Christianity:  Love, Part 3:  The Weeds That Choke Love”

  1. cleaners4seniors Avatar

    Amazing truth. It sure hurts to look at.. looking back I see my own rot.
    One thing that is impossible for me is attempting to expect the other person to accept me. It takes two with a desire to cultivate. The one who makes attempts and continues gowing…. forgiving… just to get hurt again is ridiculous.
    Example my mother. Life long story . Her (mind) not capable because it wasn’t (sound). Her rejection of me for never ending.
    I gave up. So, I have rot inside.
    Feeling like I chose to let go. Was wrong, but was broken long enough. Im not a robot, Family tore me up . What can I change? Only depart and stay far away . Yes, I know I suffer one way or the other.
    Reached a health issue, I had to let go. Its forever heartbreaking.
    This is one example. Isolation is horrible but its better than getting kicked by a horse every time.
    I’ve realized how damaging this is but have no more , trying again, left in me. Mother has passes away now anyhow. Its over.

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    1. Don Avatar
      Don

      I’ve been meaning to respond to this one. It’s a long story, so I’ll give more cliff notes here. I apologize in advance. Chasing affection has been a core thread for my whole life. My parents probably should never have gotten married. Recent contextual additions only deepen the problem. My birth caused a blood vessel to rupture in my mom’s head. It was a slow bleed so it took six months for them to find the problem. By then, emergency surgery to remove a quarter of her brain was the only option. Since this was 1981 (yes, aging myself) the technology was truly cutting edge. My mom was one of the very first to survive such a surgery using the technology they used. Unfortunately, that kind of trauma causes severe memory problems. She had amnesia after the surgery. She didn’t know that she was married. He was an over the road truck driver with bills to pay, so he had to go back to work. This left her to be cared for by her family. My dad, understandably, refused to share the marriage bed and when she found someone else while he was gone…

      He filed for divorce. She got remarried to an absolute monster. The next two years was constant violence that shaped a lot of who I am today.

      The rest of the details are just filler, so on to the chasing affection part…

      My mom was never a strong person. She was never a good mother. I loved her with all my heart, but she would always choose self. Understanding her why doesn’t always help. My dad never outwardly blamed me for what happened, but there was still rejection there. I know he loved me, but he still had to live knowing that I, through no fault of my own, truly was the cause of what happened. The surgery and divorce destroyed them both and neither ever fully recovered. They both coped in different ways. Neither one was healthy in how they did things.

      I was sent to live with my maternal grandma for a few months before she found out she had cancer. A week before I turned five, she sent me to live with my paternal grandparents. They took me in out of a sense of duty. My grandma, years later after I had gotten married, told me that she could never let herself get close to me because she was always afraid that my mom would take me away. She said that was a kind of pain that she couldn’t handle so made the choice to not take the risk. That decision guided the rest of the family in how I was to be treated.

      Being reconciled with someone over unfortunate events and poor choices of the past doesn’t mean that there isn’t trauma to be healed. I chased affection from people who were incapable of giving it for most of my life. I still fight against the tendencies that this built in me. The habits I formed to self-soothe and the ways I found my own validation were certainly not healthy. I was blessed to say that none of the stupid and foolish things I did trying to dull the ache had unalterable consequences.

      A lot more of my story is detailed in messages that have already been posted here. I have a couple of testimonies that I’ve shared, a few confessions, and a lot of trauma dumping. If I’m being honest, this blog has been a huge part of my healing journey. I’ve shared my journey with others to say that they are not alone. They are not the only ones who have walked through any given valley. I might not know the path, but there are certainly others who do. We all find ourselves in a valley now and then. We aren’t meant to build a house there. The fall might be unavoidable, but that’s no excuse to stay down.

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      1. cleaners4seniors Avatar

        Wow Don . Thats a lot of healing and growing. I shared hardly anything but still no comparison.
        Im not willing to share much on public forums because un-nice people, find pleasure in finding places to pull me down. Im not sure why and dont care to know. They can take it up with God .
        Meanwhile my tidbits I can give to others where too it would help.
        You’re open and honest and very strong , thank you. Look what the Lord has done 🙌
        You are blessed as you found …were gifted a wife. ✝️
        Using all your gifts and talents for His glory is such a breath of fresh air for me . You’ll never know. I used to be content and satisfied with my life. Lately , realizing Im changing again. I get irritated reading all the kumbyah slogans 😠
        My entire Christianity walk has been with minimum teachers I trust . Both passed away. Pastors in churches are unreachable. And being single (saved age 33 my son 6) was also unpopular…
        I left FB when they ditched our great Bible Study groups . Im not interested in comparing or competition, dislike fake images and feel good quotes. Twitter was for political purposes and then I became stuck . Made errors in trusting DM chat ( was a scammer) . Which landed me where I am currently. Feeling pretty set back , emotionally stupored. Trying to understand myself . Lots came out of all the bad experiences so Im grateful . God is always extending mercy and grace. I know He loves me . Im spending more time in prayer now. Less time on x.
        Im glad I stopped by here just now to read this. Thank you so much .
        Your testimony is a tear jerker but with great joy .. breakthrough 🥲

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      2. Don Avatar
        Don

        First, please don’t think I was, in any way shape or form, trying to one-up, compare, brag, or complain about anything other than the glory of our God while, in the same breathe, singing the praises of my amazing and precious gift of a wife.

        I want you to always keep in mind that a mountain to one is but a grain of sand to another and vice versa. The things that you never struggled with would be fatal to the ones tearing you down over any problems you do face.

        As far as you sharing? I will never be concerned about how much or how little people interact or share on my writings. If someone wants to open up and share then so be it. I only ask respect for potential future readers who might not be mature enough for some subjects. Either way, I’ll never judge the person. I may call out an action or question a decision, but I have little room to chastise people when I’ve done and said so much worse. I know who I am. I’m trying to be honest about that.

        If you want to chat in a more private setting and you’re comfortable, there is a link on my pages to email me directly. I’m not quite as responsive there since it may not go through the app. Nobody has actually used it that I know of.

        If you would be more comfortable, I can connect you with my wife and I don’t have to be involved after making the connection. Just for full disclosure, she has access to every part of my life. She has all of my passwords (and vice versa) because we keep no secrets.

        That said, we also both respect privacy. If you are chatting with her, I don’t need to see anything said. Our chats would be open to her though. You understand why.

        Lastly, about the changing again…good. It sounds like you are being called to the wall as a fellow Watchman. We heed the call and warn others of the shallow, lead them to hell, theology that is getting sold to masses of people around the world. Answer the call.

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      3. cleaners4seniors Avatar

        I have no impression that you are competing or have any Ill motives, other then stepping up in faith.
        The reason I felt trust is because of your openness and realness.
        That being said . I appreciate your humble attitude, your effort and time invested in what the Lord has put in front of you…
        Im always baffled why real sincere people, are not only minimum but unpopular. I know God reaches the intended and that’s all that matters. I also know many read but do not respond or participate in conversations. Im not going to know the why’s or why nots because Im sure there are many reasons. I do however often wonder… is everyone so normal? Did they grow up in perfect homes with loving families …. and enjoy happy lives , healthy marriages and perfect relationships? My generation came out of dysfunctional families, alot of us are long dead and gone , drank and drugged . All of a sudden ⚡️⚡️everyone is Christian.. knows everything… and fling around these self made narratives of their own gospels… I dont fit in . Not even close. Ohhh the conspiracies I spewed are now reality 😎

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      4. Don Avatar
        Don

        The worst thing the enemy has ever done is to make us all think that ideal is the reality that only we don’t fit. The truth, unvarnished and ugly, is that the ideal is a dream that few achieve. Ivory tower prison cells. Gilded torture chambers. People of all classes and types struggle with the same damage. When we start being open and honest with people then we begin to see just how broken the world truly is. If we think that the world is fine and we are the only ones broken, we isolate from others because nobody else can understand and we are powerless to improve the world while we are ourselves so broken.

        On the other hand…

        If we take off the masks, open the blinders, and stop listening to the lies of the enemy, we see the flames and smell the smoke. We see how broken the world truly is and exactly how much power we have to change things just by being honest.

        I find that if I’m open and honest then the enemy can’t hold me down using the things I keep hidden. I’m open about most of my struggles. Some, I share with a select few, but I also won’t lie if asked about them. I’m taking back any power the enemy had over me by turning it all over and putting it at the foot of the cross where it belongs. Part of that requires confession. Some things require a very public confession. Some require a private confession with trusted friends and advisors. Still others things have to be confessed to a single advisor or God alone. The confession is still required.

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      5. cleaners4seniors Avatar

        I don’t fit . It’s just reality.
        I do not have the picture perfect life, neither do they . You’re right.
        It’s the same generation I came from . I dont even think its fair to say anyone is wearing a mask. Its the training (physcology) (humanistic) , positive vibes man .
        Just think it and say it … it’s yours and you are it .
        (Lie)

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  2. RW - Disciple of Yahshua Avatar
    RW – Disciple of Yahshua

    I love this series, but it is a hard one as well, revealing the many chinks in my armor.

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    1. Don Avatar
      Don

      It’s hard for me to write. I wrote this post on Love and had to go take a nap. I have to regularly look in the mirror and spend time on my knees in prayer. I think most of this series is going to be written with a finger pointed at my own face.

      Btw, the full Love post is roughly a 30 minute read without clicking on each verse and reading the references that weren’t included. I’m going to post the full post as a one part post tomorrow after all of the parts have been posted. I know that such a long post (like the ones I’ve been posting are short) is not feasible for most people to read as a quick “Verse of the Day” post.

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  3. cleaners4seniors Avatar

    I havnt finished, I slept 4 hours 😭💔

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    1. Don Avatar
      Don

      It’s funny because I also got four hours of sleep last night. Gonna go to bed early tonight. The Mrs already has me set up and ready. Just waiting on supper to get done then I’m on the fast track to bed.

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