Why do we find it so hard to admit we have a problem? We are all human so why do we find it so hard to admit it? Everybody struggles with one thing or another but we find it so hard to reach out and ask for help when we need it. I don't understand this and I probably never will but I tell you what, today was an eye opening day for me and I will tell you why.
We had a women's event at church today and it was just what I needed. The workshop were great, the praise and worship was great, the drama team was great. But that was not all God had it store for me, he had freedom in store for me.
I will try to explain as much as I can...
I hate to start this way but I guess it all started when I was a little girl. My grandmother would come over on Saturday mornings with donuts and we would sit, talk and laugh. Then never fail she would say, hey I have to run to the mall does anyone want to go and I seemed to be the one that would always go. Boy did I love those times, she was all mine for that afternoon, we would go from store to store and pick up things here and there, then we would end up eating lunch and before I knew it is was time to head home. This went on just about every Saturday until Spring Break of my Senior year in high school when she passed away suddenly and when I say suddenly I mean she took my sisters to school that morning, I was supposed to go over to her house that weekend, but by Friday night she was gone. I thought my life was over, I was 7 months pregnant with Kirsti and my life (at least it felt like it ) was over. I hate to blame my problems today on this one event but looking back I guess that is where it started. The one time I felt good and alive was when I was shopping, I guess it made me feel like I was with her again and having the time of my life, like everything was OK. But as time went on and I got older whenever I was feeling down or like I didn't measure up I would shop, and I tell you what I could shop and shop. But when I got home and got all of my "new" stuff opened and unpacked I would feel so guilty and so awful and I would hate myself because I would not spend money that we could afford to spend it was money that we really couldn't afford. We never went without food or anything like that but my problem has kept us from being able to have alittle bit of breathing room. We live from payday to payday and I know that it is my fault but I could never control it until today.
And that is where the FREEDOM part of my day comes in..
When the alter call came she started asking people with addiction to come forward ( I have heard this alter call sooooo many times but I never responded, addictions are for people who are dealing with drugs or alchocol or something like that) but she said it, if you are dealing with addiction to things like...SHOPPING... and that was it, the tears started and I couldn't sit in that chair any longer, I had to get off my butt and give this thing over to God once and for all. Of course the first thing the devil throws at me is , this is YOUR home church and you are responding to an alter call for people with addictions, what are people going to think, but you know what I didn't care, I had to get this thing off of me and I did. I have never felt so free in my entire life. And you know what this may not sound like a big deal to most but this evening Tom and I had to stop by Sam's and I had no urge to buy myself anything. I walked in got what we needed and walk out and it felt so good.
Yes I know that this is going to be an uphill battle but I am ready for the fight this time and I will conquer this ADDICTION that I have.
There I said it, I have an addiction to shopping and it will no longer control me, I will control it!!!
Thank you God for your freedom!!