Love of Money

I try to have my time with the Lord in the mornings before much of my day has started. Today I fed the sheep (Yes, I know, I still need to post the pictures I promised) and then came in to have my devotional time.

It never ceases to amaze me how the Lord has things such that what I am reading is something that warms my heart, speaks to a concern or spanks me.  Today HE was speaking to a concern.

Today’s economy is bad. Things seem so out of control in our nation and many of us struggle to make ends meet. We do as we feel the Lord wants and yet there is no extra. For some this means use the plastic more. However, that only comes back to bite us later and make it worse.

I realize today that there are many out there who preach that if you are right with the Lord you will have prosperity in financial things. My Bible does not say that. It says we will have suffering, poverty at times maybe, struggles for sure. Those that are gifted with extra are called to be wise and use if for the Lord not to consume it on things they want.

My reading today was from Hebrews. Hebrews 13:5 says to “let your character be free from the love of money, being content with what you have…” .

Are we content with what we have? I think not for the most part. When I was a young adult, we struggled to pay bills, had no credit cards (I know, most of you think they have been around since creation, not so!) People used to live on their means. We drove cars that were fixer uppers much of the time, we did not go if we had no money. Swapped furniture, bought from used furniture, Salvation Army etc and the prices were low, not what they are today. Auctions were weekly and you could always come home with the replacement chair, pot or whatever.  You did not eat out, much, and your food was almost all homemade without the help of a box.

Day old bread from the “Used bread store” got you through.

No plastic. Repair people let you pay off a few bucks at a time. People were more willing to reach out to those struggling because we were all in the same boat.

Young people married knowing that they were going to have to use furniture that Aunt Matilda no longer wanted and it was 25 yrs old and smelled like an old person (NO fabreeze then, sprinkle a bit of baking soda on and let set, put outside for a bit if possible and vacuum off). Or, as my husband and I did, Aunt Lucy died, so we had some things from her, other was garbage picked on a trash collection clean- up day.

Today, it is the new, have to have matching, and young people start out with huge debt.

So many of us say we do not love money, yet what do we strive for? More money. You can have a love of money because you are struggling or because you have too much.

Much of my life was a struggle. I could not have what I wanted, and sometimes what I felt I needed. It almost becomes an obsession—love— out of fear of not making it.

Contentment with what we have? How when the economy is so scary?

I read the rest of the verse: “for He Himself has said, ‘I will never desert you nor will I ever forsake you.'”

Interesting, in Greek (the original language the New Testament was written in) the words “forsake you” should say “Leave you without support”.  We are to be content and not worry as we will not be left without support. HE is there. HE will support those who are HIS and trust HIM.

I can attest to HIS support as HE cared for me in so many ways after my first husband died. NO, I did not have all my wants, but I was able to travel and see my family when I was living apart from them.  God provided for me through strangers as well as jobs, odd things coming up to sell etc. He supplied and did not leave me without support.

Trust Him through these times. Be content. We have a God who, when we are His and trusting HIM, does supply.

Honey isn’t always sweet

But often he is…..

This last month I have been foster mom to a little lamb. Georgie, as he came to be named by my granddaughter, was born a preemie and could not walk. The sheep farmer and his wife were going away on a business trip and would be gone a week, back a few days and then gone another week. Georgie would not survive without special care. Knowing me and knowing I would give him the care he needed they asked if I would foster him with the option to keep him. Anyone who knows me knew I jumped at the chance to save his life.

Within a day Georgie could stand some and in a week was moving around really well. Feeding him was a bit of problem in that he did not know how to grab the bottle and would not open his mouth but bop it with his nose and think that should work.

Scout, my granddaughter, and Georgie quickly became pals. Georgie was diapered and ran around the house following Makita (my dog), Scout or myself. When hungry he was bopping my ankle and yelling loudly “maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”.

The owners returned and I hung on to Georgie until this last Sunday when I knew he was too big for staying in the house, and it was not good for him to be outside by himself. Georgie would stay in the pack n play even though he could easily clear it and jump out, but he was obedient when I said “no” and would just stay there. However, he thought he was a cat or dog, to his convenience., Cats curl up on the couch, he tried it and got booted. Dogs have a dog bed, he tried it and Makita was not really thrilled about sharing but let him. Goats would have nothing to do with him except push him around and send him flying so he (and we) knew they were not an option.

Sunday I took Georgie back to the farm. He cried, I cried.

Monday my husband went to work as usual. I did not have Scout that day and it was a bit quiet with no Georgie to feed either.

Rick had a Dr. appointment and I knew he was coming home from work in the AM to get ready for that, but was rather surprised when he came home at 8:30 and not 10 like we planned. He pulled in, came in the door and said “I need your help, come out the the car”.

Obedient wife that I am , sometimes, most times,  I got up and went out with him. He opened the back door and said “Happy Valentines day”. There was Georgie, and two friends!  Blondie and Dagwood are now sharing the outside with Georgie. We have a small shed on the porch so I can get to them easily for bottle feeding.

All my life, since a kid, I wanted a sheep. I used to ask my dad and he would say “What good is a sheep, can’t milk it, why have them?” . Well, now I know what good they are. They eat weeds and manicure a large not mowable yard and eat what the goats don’t in the pasture. Found it out, but did not expect to have any.

Georgie is a black and white Dorper, handsome fellow. Blondie is a Barbado and Dagwood a Mouflon, so all different in looks. I will put up a picture when I get one taken, we spent all yesterday building a shed on the porch!

Yup, sometimes my honey is extra sweet!