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Wednesday, May 01, 2002


Money money money

"Money makes the world go around"
Someone coined this phrase once in mockery of the old adage "love makes the world go around". While we might idealise the state of humankind and wish for the day when we are motivated by love for each other and for the world we live in, the hard reality is that money has evolved into a basic necessity for survival.

I always try and work with the concept that I need money to live but I don't need to live for money. This morning, though, just how dependent on money we can become struck me full in the face.

I'm gearing up to co-signing on a mortgage for my first house, paying for my own home and contents insurance, monthly bills and have just been hit with a whopping bill to get the ABS brakes on my car replaced. I'm also gradually taking over the financial responsibility for other things such as school fees, car registrations and furnishing the new house. I feel like I've been thrust from the carefree world of being blessed with a full time job straight out of uni and being able to make wise and godly decisions about what to do with money, into a scary and weighty role where the lives of people around me that I love the most, my family, are affected by just how well I manage my budget 12-36 months into the future.

I'm no longer making decisions purely based on what I want. But ultimately, what I want is not the point and in the grand scheme of things doesn't matter. I know that if I put my trust in God, and look to Him for guidance in the decisions I make, then He will work things out according to His plan. Why crown myself Chief Financial Officer of my life when I have one who can forecast decades into the future with absolute precision and with complete love and grace, give me whatever I need to complete the work that He began in me?

God is good.



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