Consume verses being Consumed
consume consumed
Yesterday at the grocery store I had a wonderful epiphany. Now the thought had occurred to me many times and had even escaped my lips from time to time, but on that day it really jelled deeply within me.
I was looking at cards for the upcoming Valentines day. It was a cute card that had caught my eye. It read...
"I have for you the Intimate passionate love of a much younger woman with far fewer children"... I got a chuckle out of it and then turned it over to see they were asking $5 for it. Startled I looked at it again and the card went from some trinket I thought to consume to give to Beloved to something that would consume $5 of our hard earned income. I pause and chuckled as I put it down all but gleefully free from the desire of it. I thought wow I am getting free. I told my sweet heart about it and much joy came to him over both the thought of the line in the card but even more how it meant more to him to receive it from my heart than as a paper document to be tossed a few moments later (well days). I walked the whole of the store as advertisement after advertisement reached out to me as if leaches awaiting my blood to suck. I felt powerful!
Now this is coming from a woman who has been the best of home maker and the best of bargain shopper for many a year. I have been freed in part for years but that day I got down right cocky and took back the rest of my power! The marketers are doing everything they can to get the hand into our pocket, purse and bank account. Through credit cards they have even now began to raise interest rates on folks retroactively. Did you know that? That means that if you have an old balance against you on a credit card they can bump up the rates on even the old balance.
Now we are free of credit card debt for we have never really kept any balance. We were able to use it and pay it in full at the end of the month. Our nation, you ...me we are being consumed.
We are told we are consumers....well who is really being all used up?
Even though what we are doing is a hard thing (selling out and getting a starter house that we can shortly own outright,) it is free of the hand of "the man" reaching deep into our pocket through usury.
Now the banks are going to give a 30 day grace for those souls going into foreclosure (We are not among them, we do this now by choice. ) so that they can work things out with their banks. I have heard that a family of 4 will be receiving a $1600? tax refund incentive in mid summer... this is because no one has any money to spend and they are trying to give it out in hopes that it will stimulate the economy. Our country is hurting.
Our very life is being robed at our invitation. Sure come on in and we might even let you have our first born if... we get a new car a big house and all the stuff we could ever want. Do not fall for it dear ones. It is all vanity.
If it is that you own it, it is free to you. I am so trusting in freedom. Humility is found in it.
I think that our happiness will be there too. I am speaking of true happiness that which is lasting and sure. Joy well that is a different type of constant.
Oh my I hope I didn't get soap on ya all. Just have to get it out. It is what is driving me. Empowering me in this quest.
4 comments:
We are being consumed.
I am clapping and cheering for you Donetta.
I agree with you. All this mindless consumerism and materialism is coming to India too and to be honest i have to fught it too. I also feel POWERFUL looking the other way.
You are going against the flow, that 's what we as Christians should be doing.
God bless you.
Beautifully said!
I had the same experience when shopping for a card. I found one I liked, turned it over, and, you guessed it: five bucks! I spent that five plus another five on a bouquet I knew would last. It had alstromaria lillies, two varieties of white mums, a rose, two carnations, and lots of babies breath. It still looks great, but I pulled out the rose today. Isn't it funny how roses have this great reputation, but dont last more than a few days?
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