Monthly Archives: November 2014

Does God Shop?

If you don’t believe God likes to shop, I’m here to challenge your perceptions.

Or maybe He just likes me to shop.

See last Wednesday was my birthday. I finish a tall cup of nice, hot tea and good conversation with a friend at Starbucks and had a little space between our time together and my next appointment.

Leaning back on the comfy chair I let the joy of unscheduled time wash over me. “What should we do next, God, for my birthday?”

I swear He said, “Let’s see what they have at Hobby Lobby.”

Bet you’ll believe me when you hear the rest of the story.

This whole new family room thing is a bigger deal than most of you know. I’ve prayed for at least ten years to be able to redecorate. I am going to be brave and admit to the world at large that the carpet down there is at least 30 years old and held together with duct tape. So when God brought the resources to give that space a face-lift, well, it’s an answer to years of prayer. (When we’re finally done I’ll take pictures. Promise!)

So back to my story. My birthday. Hobby Lobby. I was drawn to the pictures. Not the little ones. The big ones. And in that department I drooled, then stopped dead in my tracks.

In front of me was a photo on canvas. Not only did the picture invite me to saunter down to the ocean and dangle my feet in the water, the heart of its message communicated exactly what I want my new family room to say.

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Breathe.

Be at peace.

Relax. Be refreshed.

I stared.

It was also the perfect colors to connect that new pewter lamp with the “sand” sofa and the calming blues, greens, and grays of the new paint.

I flipped that sucker over and moaned. I just couldn’t bring myself to spend that much money. “I’d pay half that,” I thought.

With a wistful sigh I continued my wanderings around the store. I resisted the temptation to look at the bracelet charms. I browsed the fabric, a past-time made enjoyable thanks to a grandmother who sewed me dresses when I was a child.

Then I saw it. A sign advertising 50% off canvas prints!

I rushed back to the picture section to inquire. Evidently, the sale was over, but one of the signs advertising it had been overlooked when they were taken down. Store policy said they had to honor the discount! I was told to check out with a particular cashier to receive that amazing price.

I grabbed the perfect candles (also 50% off) to continue with my sand and sea theme and headed to the check out counter.

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The cashier’s name was Joy.

Could it be more perfect?

“Do you want to hear a joyful story?” I asked.

“Of course!” She said.

I poured it all out. How the canvas was the culmination of years of prayer and a brand new look in my family room.

Her wide smile matched my own. “The Lord wanted you to have that picture!” she said.

Yes. Yes he did.

I don’t really know what He thinks about shopping, but I do know we have a Father who loves to give good gifts to His children. He knows our hearts. He cares about the little things.

Happy here in Colorado,

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Clear It Out!

IMAG0637Sometimes you just gotta let it go.

If you’ve been reading lately you know there are a lot of cool changes at my house.

One of the latest is a new sectional in our remodeled family room. I am not into tan or brown or beige, so I call its fabulous color “sand.”  It’s all in keeping with the “refreshing” feel of the colors of a muted day at the beach. When you pick paint colors like misty surf, calming celadon, and refreshed, you see a theme emerge.

But before my beautiful new “sand” colored sectional could move in, the old had to go. We couldn’t fit that ancient couch around the corner and up the stairs. I have no idea how we got it downstairs years ago, but evidently we did.

Originally I wanted to give my beloved couch away, but when it wouldn’t fit up the stairs my friend said, “The couch is tired. It’s time for it to go.”

Tired. Time to go.

Makes me think about life. There’s stuff I hang onto that’s tired. Bad thought patterns. Negative self-talk. Old paradigms.

That stuff is not just tired, it make me tired!

It’s time for it to go.

Like worrying.

Like looking in the mirror and telling myself I’m fat or ugly or wrinkled.

Like clinging to unforgiveness or rehashing hurts.

Like making decisions based on my fears and perceived inadequacies instead of on who the Great I Am says I am and what He says I can do.

Like living in a constant state of “not enough.” You know. Like not enough time, energy, money, courage . . . It’s a long list. Fill in the blank.

My friend, husband, son, and I took some pretty hefty tools to that old couch. A hunting knife. A hammer. Scissors.

We smashed the strongholds of the wood that framed the structure. Sliced apart the fabric. Cut the threads.

Friends, I want to smash the strongholds that frame wrong thinking in my life. Slice apart perceptions and habits that hold me to a lifestyle I no longer want. Cut through even the last tiny threads that bind me to the old.

It’s time for sandy beaches where I relax and live in calm places, refreshed as I enjoy the misty surf of life.

I want to live in new paradigms where I believe in good stuff and have hope for the future. Where I live as one convinced that there is a God who cares about me and is pouring all I need into me so I can live wiser, stronger, and more productive.

It’s time to believe that the new room of Paula will be painted with HIS glory and not my short-comings.

How about you?

Is there something old and tired in your life that just needs to go?

Until Next Time,

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For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ. 2 Cor 10:4-5