The Pet Nobody Wants

Although life’s big problems can swamp us, sometimes it’s the little things that do us in. Married couples discover this when they learn they don’t squeeze the toothpaste alike. But all of us can get peeved at small stuff that eventually become our “pet peeves.”

I remember being at a couple’s party with Nate years ago where we played The Newlywed Game. One of the questions they asked me while Nate was out of the room was, “What is your husband’s pet peeve?”

I said, “Oh, that’s easy. Wasting time in traffic.”

When Nate came back in, they asked him the same question, and he said, “That’s easy. Cold toast.”

Though he’d probably told me many times, I never corrected the problem because cold toast didn’t bother me. Poor guy. No wonder it became his pet peeve.

Today I did battle with one of my own pet peeves. I’ve always been bothered by that last sliver of bar soap that’s hard to finish. It gets small, then won’t suds-up, and easily slips away.

After “losing” my paper-thin soap in the water multiple times today, I decided to toss it out. (When I did, I heard Mom say, “During the Great Depression we had to make our own! Don’t waste that!”) It didn’t feel good throwing it away, but it instantly eliminated my pet peeve. Besides, it sure was fun putting a plump new bar in the soap dish.

I’ll bet God has a long list of pet peeves about me. In studying Scripture I’ve seen what kind of person he wants me to be, and in a thousand ways I’m not. The Old Testament tells us about God getting peeved enough to obliterate the entire human race. Later he threatened to do away with all the Children of Israel, which amounted to millions.

No doubt he gets pretty peeved with the rest of us, too. And my guess is that his “Pet Peeves List” hasn’t changed too much in thousands of years. So do we have to worry about being zapped into oblivion? No, if we work at one thing: not getting him peeved.

But how?

Just as earthly parents appreciate their children’s’ desire to improve and then eagerly help them to do it, so God responds to our desire to change by rushing toward us to facilitate it. It’s like a young child asking his mother for money to buy her a Mother’s Day gift. Happily, she gives it to him. God hopes we’ll act in godliness, and when we say we want to, he’ll empower us to make it happen.

My only question now is, should I dig that soap-sliver out of the trash?

“Continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose.” (Philippians 2:12-13)

6 thoughts on “The Pet Nobody Wants

  1. In Japan they use small, fine woven, draw string bags to put the small soap chips so they can be used without going down the drain. I still haven’t gotten one but I plaster the small piece on the new bar!

  2. Or how about that inch of lotion in the bottom of the bottle that the pump tube doesn’t reach? Why can’t someone design a pump that actually pumps all the contents out? It’s peeving:) I’m thankful for a God who is more patient and gracious than I. Thanks to you too, Margaret!

  3. Complete Makeover, Soap Edition
    I toss all those pieces in a drawer, out of the way. Once a year or so, I fill coffee mugs with them, add a little water, and let them sit a few hours. I drain off the water, and smoosh those softened slivers into a large, rough bar of soap. It looks ugly, but it works. (Hey, I’m a guy, OK?)
    God takes the slivers and scraps of our lives and molds them, too. We don’t remain ugly and misshapen, like my bars of soap. Over time, he shapes us into what we were originally meant to be, his image, far finer than anything Dial or Dove could ever imagine.

  4. I love your image of God RUSHING forward to meet us. I also love the readiness that I felt in the responses of everyone wanting to help solve the practical matter of soap slivers; they too rushed forward to help.

  5. I put the buttered, still warm toast, into a covered, preheated container, which is in a 300 degree oven. (for a group)
    For my slivers of soap, I put the pieces into a mesh drawstring bag, and then the bag becomes ‘the bar’. Great for little dirty hands that also need a good scrub. The mesh is the same material as a shower exfoliating puff.