This weekend was FUN. Hubby came home Friday night telling us about a free (FREE!! My favorite word these days. 🙂 ) event not 15 minutes from our home. It was a classic car and airplane show. Now, I grew up in the rough part of town, and although that came with lots of crazy downsides, it also came with an abundance of muscle cars. Any good East Sider drove a muscle car, even if it was a bondoed up piece of crap. Show me your ’69 Mustang, your ’70 Camaro or your GTO and you’ve got my heart forever. My love of the classic muscle car has only grown since I left the inner city, and I’ve long wished to take the kids and immerse them into the world of muscle car heaven on earth. But muscle car shows here are usually $10-$15 bucks a person for admission, so we’ve chosen not to go to any of them.
So when Rick shared with me that there was a classic car event that was close to our house AND free, I got excited real quick. And then, just as quickly, I got un-excited. Here went the conversation in my head:
Oh man, that would be fun. But it would cost gas money. I want this debt paid off SO bad. More than I want to go and admire a sea of classic muscle cars. Yeah, it’d be fun, but being debt free would be more fun. I think we’ll skip it.
But when I woke up Saturday morning, content to stay home and save gas money, Rick told me in no uncertain terms that we were going. Knowing that Rick doesn’t usually tell me things “in no uncertain terms”, I resigned myself to give in to his wishes, and we went.
So, we get there, okay, and there is this absolutely gorgeous dark blue Camaro SS. Rick says, “Hey, stand in front of it and I’ll take your picture. Then you can tell all of your blogging peeps that you bought yourself a new Camaro this weekend.” We laughed and laughed at the hilarity of that, and about how those who know me well here would know that that line was a big bunch of hoo-haa. Rick took the pic and we went on our way with the kids, giggling and drooling over the beautiful sea of metal.
Then I looked at the pic.
Holy crap, I kid you not: the look on my face told everyone that I had a stick up my butt!!
And that’s when I realized that I had allowed money to have so much power over me that I had forgotten how to have fun and enjoy life. I’ve been allowing money, for a good 8 months, to allow me to feel guilty, to feel scared, to beat myself up for past money mistakes, and to guide most every decision I make.
And that’s just wrong.
I mean, yes, it’s important to manage our money well, but it’s more important not to let our money manage us. Money isn’t crap. Some have said that it is the “least thing” in the kingdom of God, and I believe it. Why then, was I letting the “least thing” be the Lord of my life?? Why was I letting it steal my joy and my happiness and my ability to shower my family and others with happiness and love?
I don’t know, but I am resolving here and now not to let it happen again, and I hope you will too.
My friends, forgive my crudity, but money isn’t sh*t. It means nothing. It is nothing, except for a tool we are given so that we can love, serve and bless others. So put it in its proper place and focus on enjoying the truly important things in life. You’ll be much happier, I assure you.
After we spent a few hours on Saturday drooling over muscle cars and classic planes, we invited the friends we’d went with over for a nice BBQ and bonfire. Man, was it fun. The kids said it was the best day of their whole summer. Then on Sunday, we drove around looking at some land, and then we spent a few fun-filled hours entertaining my cousin and her girls. More fun.
When I sat down at the end of the day yesterday, I realized that I had forgotten how much fun life can be when you allow yourself to have fun. And I decided that I would no longer let this debt rule our lives. There’s too much fun to be had. 🙂