I do not shop when people tell me to. I shop when I need something for my family or friends. Need is the word. A pressure thing is not my idea of a good time. I hate shopping anyway, but to feel like I have to because I was told to or tempted by some stupid sale is dumb. I will get what we need when we need it. Things are always on sale. To thank God for all His blessings we are content with on Thursday and mow people down to get the newest stuff trending now before our neighbors can get it is a travesty and is absolutely double minded and sick. One foot in contentment and one foot in worldly materialism and greed just rubs me wrong.
So, you do whatever is right in your eyes, but please remember that yesterday we celebrated all God has already given us. I will stay home and love on my family. I will shop for Christmas presents as I wander casually through December. God bless us, everyone. 😄❤
Have you noticed the at least American tendency toward exaggeration? We used to use our words well. Now we have to stress the importance by making them bigger, better, more impactful. It is no longer “important”, it is now “very important”. It is not “unique”, it is “very unique”. It is not “big”, it is “enormous”. We have awards for awards. It is like either pride has run wild or people feel they need extra drama to be worthy of any attention. I am not sure its origins but it is a thing. And it saddens me. When words don’t matter without exaggeration and embellishments, I just want to hug the speaker and tell them they are lived without needing all the bonus footage. They are enough. We are enough. We are made and loved by God and are worth conversations and attention without all the flourish. We need to get back to our roots and say it simpler with meaning. Just a thought I had.😄❤
During the day, I am very busy. This is an extremely busy season of our lives. I keep busy, I have no choice. But at night, alone and quiet in my bed, the rest of the house asleep and dreaming sweet or weird dreams as they may. That is when my wondering happens. Right before dreams come to me, I have thoughts. I wonder about all kinds of things. Some are beautiful and good, magnificent and praiseworthy things. Some are dark and mysterious, bordering on temptations. And this is when I have to stop the turn made and double back to good again. I cannot do this on my own. The Holy Spirit in me is powerful enough to tame my rambling mind and kick out what was kicked out hundreds of times before and reverse direction to godly wonder. It is not for me to choose what to think about, it is for me to contritely obey God when He said to think about things that are good and honorable and praiseworthy. That was commanded. So I need to constantly check my thought wondering and especially at night when it is hardest, obey God with the powerful help of the Holy Spirit. He helps every time I really want Him to and convicts me when I don’t. What a gift He is!!❤❤❤
People have told me I am weird all my life. I am totally ok with that, never have tried to fit in and never will, never cared what people thought about me. And I realize this is how every follower of Christ Jesus is in this world. We are aliens, just passing through this life working for the Lord to be as close to Him as possible. The closer we are to the Lord, the more weird we are going to seem to everyone else. We don’t fit in, we are not supposed to. In fact, if we fit in, we are doing something wrong. Jesus did not have a home. I love Rich Mullin’s song that goes, “He had the shoulders of a homeless man.” ❤
Teenagers drum up drama in their heads. Their hormones lead them one way and their imaginations expound on that in a narcissistic way to produce drama after drama for the real world from their perspective. My daughter said it best, “He’s either nice or mean or sad all the time now.” Anout sums it up.
Some people never outgrow that level of dealing with the world. They remain in teenager hormone imagination land creating drama forever. My ex is like that. If there is no drama, he will invent some to be happy or contentedly unhappy rather. It is exhausting. Now he is getting back together with his crazy wife I thought we had been blessed to be done with. And this is going on and this is and blah blah blah. Neverending drama. And my stepdaughter is teeming with that same narcissistic teenage hormone imagination drama too. Just goes on and on. My mom also has this . I think it is an epidemic, like the plague or something.
Momma’s tired of drama. You know who else wants us to get off the crazy drama train? God does. He wants us to live in perfect peace and keep our mind stayed on Him. He wants us to be joyful always and pray continuously. This is His will forum in Christ Jesus. So, simple is better and eternity-with-God minded is the ticket there. We need to let go of being included in the drama and as fast as they want to drag us there is just as quickly as we turn back to our view of the cross and rolled away stone. And I am looking forward to Easter and will work on celebrating that excellent day all year long. That was pretty dramatic.😄❤