Some women love to shop. Me, not so much. It doesn’t help that my age places me somewhere between Rue 21 and Chico’s; no offense if you like Chico’s…
Also, the fact that I’m a single mom who has many bills every month puts my clothing budget far below my taste. I walk past Banana Republic, Kate Spade, and Ann Taylor while gazing longingly through the glass at the beautiful dresses on display.
Today I was praying, and just fell silent before the Lord. I often do this, just sit in silence and listen. Today I feel like God was telling me, “You can’t take it with you.” So many times, I feel “less than” compared to some of my friends. Wishing I could bake or cook like this one, or dress or decorated like that one.
But today, I feel like… what good is all that? Sure, it’s nice to have nice things or have a nicely decorated home. Nice clothes, nice house, or a nice car, but you can’t take it with you. It might make me happy for a little bit. But soon, I will get tired of those clothes, bored with the decor, the car will get trashed… why bother?