Impulse, where did that get ya…

For the last few weeks the Lord has pressed upon me about impulse.

Now, when I was little, you were not given a lot of yes’s, but taught to hold on and appreciate a yes, when it came.

Now, impulse it seems is rife, kids get most of what they want and even adults, flash the credit card and get what they want.

When did living within your means stop, when did, you worked hard for the harvest and then put away for the winter. This comes to money also, you should be able to put some away, so when bills come in you have money to pay them.

We somewhere flipped a switch and go on about our day, like in a haze.

What happened, I believe the enemy came in slowly, think about it. Ads tell us if we don’t have a big house or everything new, or dress our kids in fashion, we somehow are not worth anything.

What the… sorry but let kids be kids, best cloths are for best. Don’t spare the rod to spoil the child. It says it in his word, I don’t want a big house, more to heat and cool, more on the rates, more water and would that really make me happy, hell NO.

So bring back the basics, I love the KISS principle, never hurt me and now I am so very thankful for all the training I have had to endure, because it made a real woman out of me.

I have no desire to spend a fortune on nails or cloths or trying to be someone else, I was born exceptional and I do not have to fit anyone.

Only be his bride and all will fall into place, the way its suppose too.

My daughter as an example, impulse got her inside and locked up. Not so good is it, but the enemy is defeated. No longer will he have any place in my DNA, because my father won the victory for me and her.

While she is in there she has time, to learn to trust the true father, and I say AMEN.

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