I love to shop. I love it so much that I use it as my down time, my celebration and my pacifier. It is really not healthy even though I don’t really buy much. In fact, my husband and my mother have both noted that I can “nickle and dime” myself to death. Still, it seems I can hear the Spirit whispering when I’m moving through the isles, “Are you sure you really need that?”
And, of course, I usually don’t.
Barring the story of the “good shepherd” and how he always sees to the needs of his flock, I attempt to remind myself that this time it’s more than that. This time when I read, “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want…” (Psalm 23:1) I realize that believing this small phrase is a matter of trust, not acquiesce. It’s not about sitting passively wishing I had more but of trusting that if I really need it, I will have it.
I’m not sure if you’re like me but I know I’m not that person…the one that waits to see if I really need it. I am a Preparer; an obsessed version of the good boy scout. Ask me, at any given time, what I have in my purse and I’m sure I will be able to bring forth something odd and/or only necessary if the sun goes down at exactly 7:19 pm. So the idea of passing up something in the store that I might, at some point, want to use is really difficult for me. (How many extra measuring tapes and boxes that look like books can one use, you say?)
“I shall not want…”, it’s not a command, it’s a promise.