“Yeah, no kidding,” I replied. As if that’s the first time I’ve ever been told that. Grin.
I sat in a meeting this morning, with a business associate I deeply respect. Topic of discussion: business strategy, financial goals, leveraging. On her end of the conversation were questions about how much, and how to get there. She asked about my goals, my objectives.
Good questions, no doubt.
Let’s just say that I’m not a numbers kind of gal. I’m a “whatever the Lord puts in front of me” kinda gal. And that doesn’t merge easily into an Excel spreadsheet.
Recently, as I have transitioned from completely staying home with our children, into a somewhat part-time job as a realtor, I have begun to ask the question, “How much is enough?”
The world economy says more is better.
More money, more clothes, bigger house (I’ve got a front seat for that one), better car, designer furniture, bedding, housewares, jewelry…..I could go on and on. The world says to never be satisfied with where you are.
I feel dizzy just from typing the words.
Max Lucado, one of the great authors of our time, wrote a children’s book a few years ago (You are Mine, Crossway Books) about Wemmicks who collected boxes and balls…showing up one another with the more expensive, the more fancy…the more boxes and balls a Wemmick had, the better the other Wemmick’s thought he was. Pity was shown to those who couldn’t afford many boxes or balls. In the story, the main character Punchinello sells everything he has – his house, his bed – everything – so he can buy more boxes, more balls. In the end, he has more boxes and balls than he can carry – But he has given up everything to get them. The race up a mountain outside the Wemmick’s town punctuates the climax of the story, when Punchinello, full of boxes and balls, gets off track while running up the mountain, and winds up falling face first into the house of the Wemmick-maker.
Oh that we would all fall at the feet of the Maker.
Hear him whisper, “You are Mine, child.”
Tenderly, restore us.
It isn’t what you have. It isn’t how much. How big, how fancy.
It’s not worth it. It’s NOT worth it.
Repeat after me – IT’S NOT WORTH IT.
No matter what the world says.
We ended the meeting today on a good note. I enjoyed hearing my associate’s vision for the future. She is a beautiful woman, inside and out, with solid ideas for building a strong company. She has the wisdom and grace to run the company. I am blessed by the giftings she has for business sense, and yet a strong connection for people, relationships. It was an honor as we spent the better part of an hour taking turns and talking through the growing pains of business. It’s a never-ending balancing act. No one really ever has it all together. And the more she listened, the more I believe she understood that my “business model” doesn’t exactly fit the world’s mold. And that’s ok.
Proverbs 16:8 “Better a little with righteousness than much gain with injustice.”
Jeremiah 45:5 “As for you, do you seek great things for yourself?”