Going Thrifty-From “Blah” to “Nifty!”

11 05 2012

The shiny penny…

the turtle wax…or….

the Super-Deluxe Shine ?

The buttons on the car-wash machine used to blink like the lights strung around a Christmas tree.

They waited impatiently to be pushed as my Dad would feed the dollar into the slot. (It was a rarity

indeed if he was lucky enough to get it accepted on the first go-round. Why do machines never seem to

want to take our money? Everyone else seems to like it alright?)

We would always go with the least expensive option.

Why? might you ask. The answer is found in a childhood memory.

Dad: ” Hey, you know what kind of animal I’d be if I got to choose?”

Me: “What?”

Dad: “A chick cause they go “cheap, cheap” like me!”

I think I’m now beginning to see eye-to-eye with my Dad.

Being frugal isn’t all that bad. I used to be  really concerned with having “the cool” brand of something, but

I’ve found it’s really not all that it’s cracked up to be.

More pressing than the dollars saved, is the peace that letting go of a perfect image can bring.

Enjoying some luxury items every now and then, or spending extra money on a nice gift for someone is by no

means outrageous.

I’ve just come to the conclusion that penny-pinching may save me some stress and could even help

starve out the selfishness, self-consciousness, or even vanity that’s quick to creep in when we focus too much on external things.





Reflection on a childhood blunder

27 04 2012

“Dad…Dad…DadDaddy!”

I’m so zealously tugging on my father’s pant’s leg, that it’s a wonder they’re still  intact. Surely, my efforts  should have ripped them by now.

With the one hand I’m desperately vying for my father’s attention. With the other, I’m clutching a toy that I feel I must certainly have. My anxiety increases with every passing moment that he does not acknowledge me. Doesn’t he know that any second now that lady’s voice is going to come over the intercom and inform us that our table is ready? Then I’ll have to make myself content with occupying myself with that little triangular shaped toy where you have to jump the pegs. The thought isn’t nearly as appealing as what I hold in my fist.

I look up into the eyes of my… “You’re not my DAD!”My face flushes crimson as I stare, mortified, up into the face of a man who is most definitely NOT my father.Embarrassed, I scamper off to find my real Dad and hide myself behind him. Safe at last.

Have you ever stopped to think about whose attention you are seeking and why?

Even the most perfect of people will eventually disappoint us. When those disappointing times come, we must remember that we have disappointed other too, and treat them with grace.

Seek the LORD and his strength; seek his presence continually!-1 Chronicles 16:11





Judgmental -Now that’s putting your foot..er cookie? in your mouth!

21 04 2012

Have you ever desired to be a little kinder? It’s no stretch of the imagination to think that we all have.

The following are snippets from a story that I read in a book by Carolyn Mahaney. It’s riot of a story, and makes its’ point

powerfully. Bien provecho!

A woman was waiting at an airport one night,

She hunted for a book in the airport shop,

bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,

that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be,

grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between, Which she tried to ignore, to avoid a scene.

She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,

thinking, if I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye!

When only one was left, she wondered what he’d do.

With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,

he took the cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other.

She snatched it from him and thought, Oh brother,

this guy has some nerve and he’s also rude.

Why, he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,

then sought her book, which was almost complete.

As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise:

there were her cookies in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned with despair,

Then the others were his and he tried to share!

How often I am quick to judge, to assume the worst of a person.

Why not instead seek to encourage, be kind and generous towards other?

Phil 2:3