My husband and I had a conversation tonight about the art of living on a budget. I call it an art because it really can be a challenge to live within your means while still feeling the reality of the utter luxury we have in our “means.” It’s so easy to lose oneself in the “new fads” of today. My kid needs the newest of this. My wardrobe is not complete without the newest of that… Now don’t get me wrong a little spoiling is not a problem, but it’s important to live within our means.
Living within your means is not popular. Look at the government for example (no, I really won’t go there). Commercials fail when we live within our means. Fad fashions fail when we live within our means. Extra storage space fails when we live within our means. And Spring cleaning gets easier when we live within our means.
But for some reason living within our means has become a synonym of the word poor. It’s like choosing not to have credit card debt is a lifestyle of the past – everyone is just getting by on the minimum payments, John, get with the program here. It’s like going out to get an ice cream cone as a family is no longer spoiling, but an expectation. I sincerely hope and pray that a gift or a random spoiling is not normally considered an expectation in the eyes of my children. They have no right to spoilings – and it’s not because I’d rather be selfish and keep the extras for myself. But it is out of the same sincere love for my kids that I give and I choose not to give.
There is such danger in raising a kid that expects overabundance. I’m not talking about expecting food and clothing and shelter and the basics – I certainly hope Rachael and Abi expect, and even beyond that, trust that all that they need will be provided for them by Matt and I – And really where the credit is due: God. But I believe the value in gratefulness is portrayed in not getting everything you want. When you don’t have all the new trends you are given the opportunity to value what you do have. I’m not saying we’re planning on intentionally depriving our kids, but I am saying that need and want are two different things that God is entrusting us to teach our kids (as we learn ourselves at times. [clears throat]).
Growing up not once did I doubt my parents’ love for me. Not once did I doubt their dedication in raising my sister and I to value and appreciate and respect and have self-control about things. Sure I wanted stuff I didn’t get. Sure I wasn’t wearing the coolest clothes. Sure we didn’t have the newest toys. And I don’t regret that. I don’t feel a loss in my childhood. Yes, my sister and I were teased – what kid out there wasn’t teased? My sis and I didn’t look like slobs. But we also didn’t buy our clothes from a designer shop. My mother was frugal and she still is darn good at being frugal without looking poor. (Holla, Mom!) Thrift store shopping is an art, not just a fun hobby. I mean come on, if you can enter a thrift store and leave with a wardrobe that looks like you shopped at Kohls then you need some serious props given. (Again, Holla, Mom!)
Growing up I remember having the cousin who “had everything.” Now I know quite well that they didn’t really have everything, but it sure seemed like it. I remember how different it was to meet blessed people in my life and those that felt the need to make you feel jealous of their wealth. I remember thinking others spoiled and mean for their pride in having the newest and “best” things on the market. But I also remember going home to my familiar dolls and toys and enjoying hours of play without begrudging my parents for deprivation. I spent hours on end outside playing when I grew up and to this day I really can’t remember much of anything in particular that I played with out there. So whomever claims that stuff makes memories, I know that one’s a lie.
I’m not just some bitter poor kid. I just have been taught to find value beyond things. And I hope to teach that to my kids.
The youth group is getting ready to have their annual 30 hour famine again. It’s the time of the year when we intentionally look at other countries and the poorest of the poor through the eyes of Christ. We try our hardest to drop our spoiled natures and I-can’t-believe-I-don’t-have’s to see true need at it’s purest form. Talk about humbling, people! Every year God uses the 30 hour famine to blow me out of the water. Everything I thought I needed suddenly looks quite stupid. Everything I thought my kids needed suddenly pails in comparison to the utter raw need. Not once have I ever doubted that my kids would be able to eat or survive a common illness. And it’s not just for the sake of guilt that the 30 hour famine exists. What good is a 30 hour famine if it remains in a once per year category?
Life changes occur when we see our families in the real light.
We are among the riches people in this world if we own a car and live in a stable home and have food on the table and money to spend at a store and health care and… and… the list can go on and on. It’s not enough to merely smile at that fact – God calls to my heart, “How are you using that child?” It’s not enough just to sponsor some kid and think that cuts me off the hook. How am I teaching my kids to value? What am I teaching them to value? What am I teaching them about wants and needs? What am I allowing myself to think about wants and needs?
To much that is given, much is expected.
I used to think that when the Bible talked about that it was referring to just a spiritual gift. Or maybe even just those that are really wealthy. It was so much easier to exclude myself from that category and think of all my I-can’t-s and my if-only-we-had-more-money’s.
What a challenge to be conscious of the underlying messages I allow myself to receive through commercials. Or will I allow myself to live a life in which I’m so stuck in it’s-never-enough that I can’t move forward to I-have-plenty,-here-have-some!
Am I so stuck on me that I am forgetting my work here?
Rachael and Abi, when you grow up, I really hope you won’t look back and think “we never got everything we wanted” but instead think, “we got more than we needed.” And if ever you have some desire to parent your kids in a different way than I parented you, please just know in your hearts, that I tried so hard to show you Jesus – and yet I failed in so many ways.
May my next opportunity to teach gratefulness and perspective be a success.
– in Christ alone.