I didn't intend for this to happen. It just did. I’m not an interesting person. I drink coffee and paint chickens on my days
off. My house is
chaos with three large dogs and three large boys (hubs, and Bam mostly, Ant on occasion). I work 12-14 hour shifts on mid-nights, extra
details or court cases wake me early, and home schooling our 5th
grader wakes me even earlier. On my Sunday’s
off I squeeze in six hours at the Farmer’s Market to sell my hobby. My schedule is rotating week to week so my
family’s schedule also rotates. They accommodate
me, and have been for nearly a decade, with my belief that I can save the
world.
Added stress of our financial responsibilities and family
obligations, unexpected expenses, and a home in desperate need of an insect/squirrel/frog
exorcism since the roof damage, has diverted my focus away from my
purpose. My faith is strong that
everything will work out, the problem is that my faith has been in every-thing.
My faith should be in God and trusting that all God leads me through gets me to where He wants me in this big design of life.
If you’ve read this far you’re probably still wondering what
my purpose is. You see, it’s not much
different than anyone else’s purpose. We
are given one life. And we are to live
it. The purpose of life is to live. It’s that simple. HOW we live is where it gets
complicated.
We’ve accepted the idea that we work until we can afford to
retire, and then we enjoy the things we’ve worked all those years to do except
we’re old by then and don’t get to do what we originally set out to do. Make sense?
At the tender age of 40, I’ve got a good 25-30 years to add to my
so-called retirement fund. Looking at said
fund I’ve concluded that we deserve better than what we’re giving ourselves.
Hubs and I both have been so busy working for a living that
we’ve postponed making a life. Working multiple
jobs, with little sleep, and no family time is not a life. Stress, health issues, growing debt, and
waning faith is not a life. Paycheck to
paycheck is not a life. Here’s the thing
though, I no longer feel guilty for wanting to make more money in order to
provide for my family and help others.
Whomever read and misquoted, “Money is the root of all evil”
from 1 Timothy 6:10 needs to stop and re-read the Bible. Right now, go, read it! Or Google it like I did because my Bible has
tiny print that hurts my aging eyes. The
actual verse is, “For the love of
money is a root of all kinds of evils.
It is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith
and pierced themselves with many pangs.”
As a very wise person stated, “Our attitude toward money is
the problem, not the money itself. Money
is morally neutral,” like most inanimate objects. A knife is not evil. A gun is not evil. A plate full of chocolate covered chocolate
with chocolate on top is not evil. It’s
what we, as basic stupid humans, do with those things that can make them evil.
And there will always be some form of payment in this world
for the things we require to live. We
give back and we pay it forward.
Period. There’s a debt we will all
pay and that debt is due the day we take our last breath. No amount of money, or good deeds, or “Likes”
on Facebook will pay your way into heaven.
The only way in is by God’s grace. Yep, grace wins it.
There’s a lot of changes happening for our family right now
with work, with health, with school, with future goals that are becoming very
real and within reach. With these
changes come bittersweet decisions and much needed sacrifices. We need to be intentional with what we do in
order to get what we want.
I intend to grow my faith in God, whom makes all things possible.
I intend to grow my finances to pay off my debt and pay it
forward.
I intend to grow my health, to be strong and capable of protecting
myself and others.
I intend to teach my son 5th grade math no matter
how dumb it makes me feel.
I intend to make a life and not just a living.
#intentionallife
#onpurpose #gracewins
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