tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71929585977634905972012-02-16T01:44:28.635-08:00talesofastrugglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00289621968514520259noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192958597763490597.post-10857496990220642122008-12-02T19:24:00.000-08:002008-12-02T19:44:05.463-08:00<div><br /></div>I went shopping on black friday! Not the smartest choice I could have made.  The other thing you must know about my story is that I went to the mall. Now mind you its not a very big mall, but in a town the size of Wichita falls, it suffices. When you get 10,000 rabid shoppers crammed into a very small space you get mass chaos and hysteria. I got out on the biggest shopping day of the year, not to shop for presents (I bought a few) but mainly to shop for myself! <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>On this same friday in another part of the country, a walmart employee was killed when they tried to open the door that morning to let the shoppers in. These people couldn't wait 20 second to let this person get out of the way, they had to trample them into the ground. Our greed as American shoppers took away this persons life. Is a new TV worth another human beings life?</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Im not saying that I am absolved in all of this. I am probably one of the worst offenders in the world. (I mean how many pairs of shoes and bags do you really need honestly?) I feel like Paul, chief of sinners. I am condemning a society that I am rabidly supporting with my monies.  What are we doing with our money? I can break down my budget into a few shameful categories:</div><div>1-gas/car maintenance</div><div>2-school (sooooo expensive)</div><div>3-food (why does it cost so much)</div><div>4-tithing (not even close to what I need to give)</div><div>5-mindless shopping</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel sick when I think about where all my money goes.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am one of the millions of Americans who when they are bored just goes down to their local walmart and buys something that they could never need. (like a candy bar! And I wonder why I am gaining weight!) It seems like everything in our society is run on money, greed and capitalism. I understand that without money our economy would do something bad and all that jazz, I just don't understand how we have let the almighty dollar take the position of Jesus Christ. We use the money that God has given us to buy something stupid instead of spending it on something that could benefit mankind, like buying food for a homeless brother or sister, or taking a hurting friend to coffee.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Why do we continue to work 80 hours a week to get money we dont need, to feed a family we dont see, at a job that we hate!!!</span></span> I understand that every family has to eat. We all have to have a job of some sort to fuel this nasty food habit that we all have. But why all the excess? Why are we so greedy? Do I really think that if I get this new shirt then I will get a boyfriend?  Or if I get these shoes, this person will think Im cool? I confuse and frustrate myself! I just wonder why God lets me get away with this harmful obsession with STUFF!!!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My biggest secret is that I have a problem with the god of stuff! I feel like I need to go through a 12 step program to help me kick this habit. In this society no one would say I had a problem (except maybe my mum lol) but in my heart greed for stuff is a problem!</div><div>We need to let the world know that this is a problem!! We need to have God cure us of this stuff habit! </div><div>We need to find a good way to spend the blessings that we are given.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Lydia</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7192958597763490597-1085749699022064212?l=bohemiandaisychain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>talesofastrugglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00289621968514520259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192958597763490597.post-64860321770779811822008-11-02T18:37:00.000-08:002008-11-02T18:44:33.522-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_ZE5KHUQj4/SQ5lgloDe9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/iTr_Qp94Fso/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264256624973020114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4_ZE5KHUQj4/SQ5lgloDe9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/iTr_Qp94Fso/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Im failing, Im flying, </div><br /><div>I think I might be falling</div><br /><div>away from the Lord</div><br /><div>who cared for me</div><br /><div>through all my heartache</div><br /><div>through all my pain</div><br /><div>Lord take me back</div><br /><div>on bended knee</div><br /><div>my heart is weak</div><br /><div>my life is torn</div><br /><div>My mind is broken</div><br /><div>beneath the weight</div><br /><div>of the guilt that I hold</div><br /><div>upon my weary back</div><br /><div>Take it away</div><br /><div>take it away</div><br /><div>take it away</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Im crying out</div><br /><div>in pain filled tears</div><br /><div>Why do I run so far</div><br /><div>why do I forget you are there</div><br /><div>why am I such a stupid girl</div><br /><div>running from her only love</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>take me back</div><br /><div>take me back</div><br /><div>take me back</div><br /><div>Lord its the only thing I ask</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7192958597763490597-6486032177077981182?l=bohemiandaisychain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>talesofastrugglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00289621968514520259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192958597763490597.post-29747751677941079342007-09-24T13:28:00.000-07:002007-09-24T13:29:54.355-07:00My God, forgive me<br />I fall short everyday<br />of your wonderful mercy<br />of the love you have for me<br />Why do you love me so<br />when I treat you with contemt<br />with hate<br />with passion<br />fit for a beggar<br />you deserve a perfect daughter<br />a gleamn princess<br />but you chose me<br />the mess<br />the dirt<br />the scars<br />you take it<br />and mold it<br />and hold me<br />like a child<br />your child<br />you sace for me<br />a palace fit for a queen<br /><br /><3 LW<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7192958597763490597-2974775167794107934?l=bohemiandaisychain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>talesofastrugglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00289621968514520259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192958597763490597.post-7505451621240517282007-09-14T10:26:00.000-07:002007-09-14T10:30:25.287-07:00Bright flashing lights<br />Loud shrill whistles<br />Is that what it takes<br />to get noticed?<br />Should I jump?<br />Should I dance?<br />Should I recite the constitution?<br />Maybe then<br />you'll see through this facade<br />and see the girl<br />buiried beneath the flesh<br />aching to be free<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7192958597763490597-750545162124051728?l=bohemiandaisychain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>talesofastrugglerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00289621968514520259noreply@blogger.com0