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Heavenly Treasures

For most of our married life we have struggled financially. Until about a year ago we received Food Stamps, but the government decided that Michael works too many hours and that we no longer qualify.

I’m not telling you this to make you feel sorry for me, and I hope you’ll understand that by the end of this.

I’ll tell ya. We’ve struggled. We’ve gone months without milk, we’ve eaten A LOT of Ramen noodles and A LOT of beans.

When Michael gets paid and we get our budget worked out and we realize that there isn’t enough to go around and we aren’t going to be able to buy our kids something we want to, it’s easy to get depressed and ask God where He is.

The thing is, God’s thoughts are infinitely higher than ours, and His ways are infinitely more wise than ours. He sees the big picture.

I love make-up. I would love to be able to buy high end make up. I go into Macy’s or Sephora and “ooh and ahh” over the beautiful colors and textures. At first I really wanted to buy those things and rationalized that the Proverbs 31 woman took care of herself...she wore nice things...so even if my family has to sacrifice...don’t I deserve something nice? The answer is yes. But I doubt the husband of the Proverbs 31 woman would have been so complimentary of her if she had spent their grocery money to make herself look nice.

I think that if I had the money to buy those things I would have missed out on something wonderful...the realization of what it means to place my treasure in Heaven, to value in myself what God values...and to not feel pressured by worldly standards of beauty that have no eternal value...and I can be the best steward of God’s blessings that I can, and if God thinks it’s important for me to have a $40 foundation...He’ll supply it without taking food out of my children’s mouths.

In the past year, I’ve made more things from scratch (which I feel more wholly nourishes my families bodies), I’ve gotten by on a very small grocery budget and I’ve found ways to be creative that I never had before.  Having to feed my family of 7, for three weeks, on $40 was a challenge...but I was truly blessed by that experience. I found a new depth of trust and strength that I didn’t know existed.

God has taught me what it really means to trust Him. To know that He will absolutely supply what we NEED, and that sometimes what I actually need varies greatly from I think I need.

He’s taught me that HE is the one from Whom all blessings flow and that I have nothing to do with it.

Most of all, He’s taught me that I matter to Him. That when I pray, He listens. And that even if I don’t know the solution, He does and He’s working it all out for my GOOD.

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