My team is teetering close to qualifying for the next promotion. It means we will get a free car (I have come to terms with this). It means Arbonne has blown WAY past the expectations for "extra bit of income", "pay for homeschooling", "pay for piano and swim lessons", "have another baby". We are entering "rock-our-world" territory.
So, what will you do, God? Because you know I will bust my can (and drive us all wild!!) if you move me. On my own, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Strengthen me if you would, God.
Why, oh why? Wouldn't I be content with my dearest kiddos on the couch, doing school, thoughtfully planning my dinner menu, gracefully cleaning the house. Why yes, I would. I like to do those things. But I don't get to. And I refuse the other income options. No thank you. I do not wish to hustle them to the bus and the babysitter so that I can hustle to the office (where I would do marvelous things and spend my dollars on a house-cleaning sprite).
I choose this way instead. I am that sprite - and I skip (ha - like I'm cheerful about it all the time, no, perhaps I should embrace that Spirit-filled-sprite concept!) merrily through my days doing all that plus earning a fabulous(-er and fabulous-er) Arbonne income in the nooks and crannies of my life.
And like Peter said, at the end of our strategizing, only God could do this. I will work hard and see if God will.
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