There’s a sale going on this weekend.
The coupons are out there circulating around.
You may not be a charge card holder. You may not have gotten any in the mail. But if you search around you can find a good deal.
Yet some people will make their purchases this weekend without a coupon.
I don’t get it. When I work at the cash register I just want to scream at people to wait until there’s a sale or go find a coupon before making their big purchase.
Because believe me – if there’s not a sale today just give it a few days. There is one coming.
97% of the time what you think you need to buy today can wait until there’s a sale. I think Dave Ramsey told me that. Or maybe I just made it up. But it’s true.
Why would you buy anything without a coupon? Continue reading
You’d think a dog would hate a leash.
Not my dog.
By definition a leash keeps a dog from moving freely, tying them to where their owner is walking. Seems like something which would annoy a dog in theory.
When I pull out the leash The Roc recognizes what’s about to happen. I don’t even have to say a word.
He knows where I keep the leash. He knows when I’m going for it.
Wherever he is he starts running. His heart starts racing. His legs can’t contain themselves.
We’re going to his favorite place. We’re going outside. Continue reading
Do you remember your first summer job?
Cashing that paycheck from a first job is a rite of passage for most teenagers. Whether it’s out of necessity to help support the family or just to earn a little extra spending money, securing a summer job is a gateway to the first taste of independence.
My first summer job came when I was 16 years old. I worked at a movie rental store (remember those?) called Video Warehouse. I wore a red polo shirt and khaki shorts to work four days a week that summer as I checked out the latest DVDs and videotapes (remember those?) to Augusta families.
I made minimum wage, and I didn’t mind. Adding any amount to my bank account was an exhilarating feeling.
My parents were always generous with granting me spending money when I didn’t have a job. But there was something different about being able to provide for myself.
I might have been taking home only a couple of hundred dollars each month, but to me the possibilities of earning my own paycheck were endless. With a little bit of money came a greater sense of independence.
The longing of every teenage heart is to be independent. After you’ve tasted a little freedom from your parents, it’s hard to forget how sweet it is.
The older you get, the more embarrassing it becomes to have to depend on someone else to provide the things you need. There’s a stigma of shame attached to not being able to provide for yourself.
Why, then, does God want us to depend on him so much? Continue reading