Gluttony

 

……and I just think the grass is greener on the other side…..

Nothing can get me caught in bobbed wire quicker than spending money I don’t have on things I don’t need. I’ve got two pairs of flip flops and a pair of Birkenstocks, but “boy that really looks like a good deal on those Chaco’s,” I will say to myself. The problem is I don’t need new footwear. You’d think I would have grown out of it by now, but taken too extreme it can rule my emotional nature, and from it stems all forms of spiritual disease. Seeing what I am perfectly happy without can be a real challenge for me in recovery because spending money can feel good.  Then, to have to wait for the UPS guy to arrive with the package is sheer excitement. In and of itself, there is nothing wrong with that. I believe that God promises me blessings when I do His will. It’s when I’m wanting something that you’ve got that it becomes troublesome. Really, it’s been happening since the beginning of man on record. One brother killed another because he was jealous,got greedy, and wanted what the other had. There is not much of a divisor between covetousness and gluttony. It’s the culture of my mind that tells me that more is better. It’s pervasive in all aspects of life when we bulldoze down two hundred year old live oaks just to put in a parking lot. It’s a character defect of mine, and I must ask God to continually remove it.  Otherwise, I’m of no good to myself and others.  The point here is not that we shouldn’t have nice things. The point for me is to be happy with what I have, accept what I’ve lost or don’t have, and give away what I can. ……good day!….b

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