Material Things


A few weeks ago I decided to go visit my parents in Indiana with my two adorable, small, rowdy, frequently peeing, amazing children.  The drive from Dallas to their door is around twelve hours.  I am a strong woman and have referred to myself as a survivor from things past, but this trip almost got the best of me.  This was an impromptu trip, which meant my husband, who makes all things better, was not going to be able to tear away from his job.  I had been driving FOREVER, we had reached the half way point of our venture when I heard a small sweet voice from the back say, “I have to pee.”  In the distance I noticed a sign that is an international vision of happiness, the great golden arches.  I pulled off annoyed that my daughter would have the audacity to need to pee when we were making such good time.  After we did our business, I was pulling back on the road, and in the rear view mirror I could see my daughter standing up.  Staring at her in the mirror with a stern voice I said, “Sit down now, and put on your seatbelt.”  Before I even got the words from my mouth, I was interrupted because I has rear ended the white truck in front of me.

 

The man got out of the truck and before I could get the words I am sorry out of my mouth he began spewing cuss words at me.  Gaining my composure, I managed to get an apology out of my mouth.  I knew it was my fault and was willing to accept all responsibility for my actions.  It was interesting that the man was so upset, because he had NO damage that I could see to his truck.  His face was read as a cherry, and after the cursing stopped, he started asking me if I knew how particular he was with his vehicles.  Obviously, since I didn’t know him before hand I thought this question was odd.  He began to tell me how he baby’s his trucks, and because I had damaged this one he will head back to the dealership for a truck that hasn’t been tarnished.

 

When I got back into my Suburban, I began to think about the attachment this man had to material things.  I thought about myself, and the things that I love to purchase and am so proud of.  I thought about our culture and how we are obsessed with our toys, designer jeans, handbags, cars, houses, you name it.  I am one who likes a quality piece of merchandise.  I don’t make excuses for the things that I have, but I needed a reality check that these “things” that we must have in the moment do nothing for us when we leave this earth.

 

The Bible clearly states in Matthew 6:19-21, “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroy, and where thieves do not break in or steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”

 

It is not wrong to have nice things, if God has so blessed you, but sweet ladies if that is your obsession, it is.  We must NOT look to these things as our identity, but as a blessing.  We also MUST be mindful of the fact that our life’s goal should not be to get the next greatest thing, because IT WILL NOT SATISFY YOU!  The only true thing to satisfy the soul is the destiny God has called you too.

I challenge you, sweet ladies, to look outside what Nordstrom’s has to offer, to a more fulfilling treasure, which you will be rewarded for. DO YOU WANT TO BE KNOWN FOR YOUR LABLES OR YOUR LORD?????????????????????