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Just Call Me Frank

Just Call Me Frank
I love shopping. I really believe it is my spiritual gift. Ok, so maybe not, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
Impulse buying…..every girl has learned her lesson in this one. You know…. That hot pink pair of boots you loved in the department store but wouldn’t be caught dead in at the grocery store… so they sit in the back of your closed gathering dust.

Sometimes we take a refresher course in that lesson.  In a thrift store (yes, I love all kinds of shopping, mall, thrift, even pawn and rummage … just give me shopping or give me death!) I picked up a mug . (I have a thing for mugs, but that is another story all together- maybe I will share that with you sometime, but you have to promise not to judge my twisted mind…) O.K. back to the mug- it was handmade… olive and taupe…. Rugged yet a bit refined with a perfect texture and feel…. It had to go home with me… I quickly made my purchase and went blissfully on my way.

At home that night, as I unwrapped my treasure, I once again admired the mug. (it is important to note that I was holding it in my left hand just as I had in the store)…. As I transferred it to my right hand…. I had to laugh- there, printed in large black letters, was the name Frank.

Each time I use my Frank mug (I of course hold it only in my left hand)…. I am reminded of the impulses which get me into awkward, difficult and even sinful situations. It is a reminder to fully think through each decision in life and...from all sides. 

Proverbs 3:5 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding."

Tell me about a situation you have gotten yourself into by making an impulse decision and leaning on your own understanding.  I'd love to know I'm not the only one providing a bit of learning through laughter! 

In hot pursuit,
Sharon

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