Show me the money, Honey.

It’s kind of crazy to think about the importance of money in our culture. Possibly most cultures (I’m not cultured enough to know for sure). It makes things happen. It allows you to call an actual structure home and can provide the textbook education, complete with all the information you’ll ever need to know to “succeed” in your career, and then some. I remember a few months ago asking my brother (who is kick-butt financial advisor, mind you. Need money advice? He’s your man.) about what if money disappeared from the country. What if we got back to a trade and barter system. You know, give me your rake and I’ll give you my skillet. I know this sounds ridiculous, but it’s funny (ironic funny, not haha funny) to think that money is manufactured right here in America, so ideally we could produce enough to wipe out poverty, but no. Inflation. Just a weird concept to me. And that is why, my friends, I am a liberal arts major.

I’ve also been thinking this week about this tension of opposite appeals in life, i.e. wanting new adventures and taking risks versus the knowledge that if I eventually want to buy a house and have some babes of my own one day, I better be willing to save.

Regardless of what I end up doing and how much I make or where I decide to spend what I earn, I hope that I never become complacent in how I’m living. I don’t want to get in the habit of tithing simply because it’s a command. I want to know why I’m tithing. I want to be willing to have some fun and buy a new pair of shoes, but be equally as eager to give generously if I see a need.

It sounds so idealistic. But maybe that’s what I am. A stinkin’ idealist.

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