Money in Bathrooms

There’s a lot of things that you can find in bathrooms, money isn’t usually one of them.

If you’ve followed my blog, you’ll know I readily admit to money management problems.

And, no, I don’t mind being candid. Why? The one person who I would want to hide my imperfections from – Jesus – already knows all about them (Hebrews 4:15). What’s more, He exchanged His righteousness to cover my imperfections – my sin, my disobedience to God – so that I can enjoy fellowship with my Heavenly Father (2 Corinthians 5:21).

For the first time ever I find myself living paycheck to paycheck. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve held down a good job since January and will step into a new position later this week. What’s my money problem, then? A disregard towards the Lord’s blessings.

When I’m careless with my spending (even if I’m making “good” purchases), in practice I tell God that I don’t appreciate His provision. Worse still, much of what I do spend money on tells God that I will find my own ways to make me happy. Had a long day at work? I drown my sorrows in a Pumpkin Spice Latte. Feeling restless at the house? I jump in my car and hit up the stores. At the root of my actions, I tell the God of the Universe that I’d rather spend time with overpriced caffeinated beverages than with Him.

As I noted a few months ago, our poor financial decisions affect our ability to worship God. During this recent money meltdown, the Lord graciously revealed to me that I really have a deeper issue – I’m resisting God being God in my life. I clumsily try to control my circumstances, rather than joyfully submitting to where the Lord has placed me.

Long story short, earlier this week I was hurting for cash. I had to sell some DVDs at a local secondhand store just to make ends meet. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty low. During the course of the day, I walked into a public restroom and on the floor was a $5 bill. I know $5 isn’t a lot of money, but for someone trying to make ends meet it was certainly something. Dutifully, I asked a front counter worker if anyone had reported missing cash. She looked at me with certain disgust that I would even pick up money off of a restroom floor. Maybe I am disgusting. In any case, she assured me that I could safely call the money my own.

How thankful I am that Jesus would still provide for me after I had misused His gifts! How humbled that my lesson took place on a bathroom floor. Pray for me, that I will be increasingly impressed with Christ beyond what money can buy. Pray that I will increasingly see Jesus as infinitely more valuable than anything I could ever put into my wallet.

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