DAY 237 -- On The Other Hand....

On the other hand.  No, not that hand, nor the other one, but the third hand.  Didn't know I had three hands did you?  Well, I have been thinking again.  Where is my heart?  What motivates?  What are my Gods? 

Yesterday I was in Brigham with my daughter.  She asked me to help turn off her water for the year.  I went out, tried to turn it off, found a problem and somehow I destroyed the Stop and Waste valve, six feet below the surface. The result was that she has no water in her house until someone digs six feet down, and then fixes the valve.  It was Saturday night and nothing to do about digging the hole, so she left her house and went to her husband's family's house.  Have you ever tried to live in a house without water?  Can't be done.  When I volunteered to pay for digging the hole Monday, she argued about it.  They don't have any money, since they just finished paying off expenses of having their second child.  She was concerned because she knows we are saving to go on a mission and that money would slow us down in our plans.

I just started to smile.  Satan sure knows how to hit you where it counts.  It is just another "opportunity of growth" and I see that.  My poor daughter, having been displaced, seeing a major expense to return to her own home, knowing her own father will pay for it, but destroying our plans of getting out of debt, or at least slowing them down.  Then I started to laugh.  Is money my God?

I have an opportunity of changing jobs and drastically increasing my income to further our goal toward a mission.  Is money my God?  Just this last week I decided that money and time were so insignificant that I should not let any time issues nor money issues get in the way of my decisions.  I will pay for my daughter to return to her home by fixing her water problem.  Is money my God? 

If I have to lose every last penny I have, get thrown off my goal to go on a mission, postpone my date of June 2012, if I have to even lose my present job, money  is NOT my God.  Father can look into my heart and see that I hold other things  more dearly than my bank account, my scarce money, and my potential to earn it. 

I have a great  deal of loyalty to my present boss.  I am making a small difference in his office, his goals and my dedication to his dreams (and even mine) is so much stronger than the insignificance of money that the higher paying job will go on without me.  (Decision made.)

Father knows exactly what happened Saturday Night, and also knows my loyalty to my boss.  He knows my goals and dreams.  There is nothing to hard for the Lord.  If it is His will, we will realize our goals:  a mission in June?, a large amount in my bank account to start our mission, as well as so many other dreams I have printed in this blog.  On the other hand, I leave it all in the hands of the Lord, without worry, money is not my God, I continue to learn lessons, period. In the scriptures He stated that there is enough and to spare, but it is His to give in His time.  He was talking about that elusive item called money.  He uses it to teach all of us lessons.  Is Money our God?