I was thrilled about my first solo-shopping experience in junior high. After returning home to proudly show off my carefully spent purchase, my parents wanted me to return the bathrobe back to the ritzy department store and buy one that was not on sale. “Come on, get in the car, I am taking you back to the mall,” insisted my stepfather.
To this day, I still remember my parents scolding me for buying an item that was on clearance.
My stepfather was a medical doctor. One Christmas, back when I was in high school, my adoptive mother surprised him with a brand-spanking-new Mercedes as a present. Yes, it didn’t quite fit under our tree. For them, everything had to be nothing but the best, with all the bells and whistles. Sitting in our driveway for a period of time until one of the vehicles sold were then three showy Mercedes. I was of driving age. However, it was clearly spelled out that I would not ever be putting my foot to the gas pedal in any of their expensive cars. But the honest truth is I wasn’t even interested.
While growing up, mom made sure I had a beautiful wardrobe, but there was always something missing. I loved being a girl and wearing pretty clothes, but I felt like Cinderella running away from the ball. The glass slippers just didn’t fit.
I am sure my parent’s lust for material possessions has made me the way I am. Ever since I was a little girl I have always tried to give away practically everything and spend as little as possible on clothes and gifts for myself. I have never had a pair of designer jeans and my favorite store to shop is Goodwill. My parents would cringe if they had ever known that I like second-hand clothes that have to be washed first.
I certainly don’t think anyone would label me now as once being a spoiled, little rich girl. But sadly that’s where I came from. To me, it seemed tragic that in the end, my parents both went to their graves with nothing. Some have said I must be crazy to have walked away from their million-dollar-inheritance. The emptiness I have felt from living in glass houses has taught me there has to be much more to life than flaunting our wealth. I never heard the words “less fortunate” or “giving back to society” until I was out on my own, but I am determined to make a difference in this world, with God’s help, to continue being a caring, unselfish human being.
16 For all that is in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—is not of the Father but is of the world. 1 John 2:16 (NKJ)
This week’s theme for Blog Carnival is Lust. Please go to Bridget Chumbley’s site to read other blog entries and/or to join. http://www.bridgetchumbley.com/2009/12/love-blog-carnival/