There are a lot of things I want to talk about. Today
I'll start with what God told me on Sunday.
My pastor at Frontline was giving this great teaching
about Christmas and how none of the people that were
alerted to Jesus' birth would have been impressed with
a cute baby being born.

He talked about the fact that for the

kings and the shepherds to even care what was happening

that night it was something big. Something that they

knew in some way changed everything. And that

knowledge should be why we take back our hijacked

Christmas. Pointing out our insatiable desire for

more and more money and stuff. And the truth that

it will never be enough.

God said, "You were not meant to carry this burden.
You are supposed to flit around weightless pouring
out the joy and love I have given you." I felt lighter.
My burden, as with many, many other people right
now is financial. I have always had very negative
emotional responses to money.
My parents, rightly or wrongly, are on opposite ends
of the money handling scale. It left me with confusion
and fear about it. I realized this year that when I have
money I worry.
When I don't have money I worry.
When satan wants to get me- he whispers about money.
The being a good steward thing is something
I beat myself up about- a lot. Believing I am a failure,
and the lie that God is a withholding father come into
play here.
In God's words to me He reminded me that He is who
I hope He is. He is every bit as powerful as I need Him
to be. And He will carry my burdens. All of them.
Including the financial one.
He has often told me when I am going through hard things
that He is much more interested in my character than my comfort.
Sunday He told me that He is much more interested in my
joy than He is in my finances.
That clicking sound you just heard was your paradigm
shifting.