Today I'm thankful for the people in my life who only give me FLUFF advice. What is FLUFF advice? you ask.
Thank you for asking.
FLUFF advice is telling me what I want to hear.
FLUFF advice is telling me it'll all work out in the end and don't worry one bit about this semi-little decision because it won't effect the outcome. In other words, "Do this! It'll be fun!"
FLUFF advice is any advice that does not line up with pointing me to God's very best.
FLUFF advice is not really love.
FLUFF advice is FLUFF. Have you ever had that stuff called "Fluff"? It's a marshmallow-ish whipped topping that I have heard is amazing when mixed with peanut butter. It sounds magical but loaded with calories and every type of sugar that could anyone in to a diabetic coma. I digress.
FLUFF is not substance. It's ridiculous.
The funny thing about FLUFF advice is that you could be receiving FLUFF advice for hours, days, weeks, and years...and one day, you step away from the FLUFFINATOR and you realize how completely absurd their FLUFFINESS has been...and how you've fallen for it hook-line-and-sinker.
FLUFF advice can be dispensed from the mouths of well-meaning family members...distant family members...friends...close friends...and the saddest of all - from your Christian friends.
I'm truly - from the bottom of my heart - thankful for all the FLUFF advice that I have received and believed...because it's given me a discerning heart.
I will admit that I was not always a flee-er...I've listened. I have even accepted FLUFF advice.
Thankfully the more you know the heart of God, you realize that He really does give good and perfect gifts and He has a wonderful plan for your life. He, also, gives wisdom and discernment. Something about FLUFF doesn't add up to equal His wonderful plan.
Sooo to my single peeps, I shout,
"FLEE THE FLUFF!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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