On Becoming Holy

Unnoticed initially, the bottoms of his shoes were almost fully worn through.  It had become such a part of him that he didn’t even think to mention it. It was the everyday walking, the constancy, that wore away his soles.  

Sometimes I wonder if our process of becoming holy is similar: the everyday challenges, the ones we face head on, without even really thinking about them, could they actually be wearing our souls down so that we hear Him and follow Him?  

How many miles are we putting on our spiritual souls?  How are we moving forward, even when it hurts?  I think I’ve learned something…and I’ll be pondering it for many days to come.  

Thrifting

 I can’t remember a time I didn’t thrift. 

St. Johns, the town in Arizona I grew up in, didn’t always have a thrift store in town, so yard sales were where we found “treasures” the most frequently.  

Call it frugality.  Call it necessity.  Call it wisdom on my mom's (a single mother) part.  Whatever you call it, it has become a part of what I do.  

Even my kids know we're gonna check the thrift stores before we go to the "regular" stores.  Raising 8 kids, it's been an honest to goodness godsend to not have to pay full price for things.  

So often, it's like a treasure hunt.  Except the treasure could be any number of things. I keep a running list in my phone of things we need, and when we REALLY need something, you'll see us praying that we'll be led to where that item is.  

And more times than I can count, the Lord has provided exactly what we need at exactly the right time.  

Broken Thermostat

I can’t tell you exactly when my internal thermostat stopped working.  I will say though, it is completely kaput.  Even with multiple layers on, if I get cold, I stay cold.  It’s not the most conducive to enjoying winter nights outside, even when it’s absolutely gorgeous.  

I used to joke that I’d rather be cold than hot, but after dealing with a constancy of chills, I may have honestly changed my mind.