Saturday afternoon when I went into work Sally told me to keep an eye out for a wallet. Someone had lost their wallet with $1,800 in it. That surprised me how someone managed to lose a wallet with that much money in it. That's a lot of money...
The day went by, I had completed forget about that wallet Sally told me about. Until the owner came in. He was second in line and somehow it was brought up that he had lost that much money. The first guy in line said "Wow! I'd be so upset if I lost that much money." The owner of the wallet shrugged his shoulders.
"I can't take it with me." He didn't say much, but what he said was perfect.
With all this wedding planning, as I'm sure you imagine, I am spending a lot of money. I hate spending money... When my bank account goes down, I freak out. I love to save money. I very rarely ever buy myself anything nice for this reason.
God gave me a reminder Saturday with that man. While it is good to save money, in the end it's just that. Money. When I die, it's not gonna matter if I have $5,000 in bank account, or $50 in it. I can't take it with me. What is gonna matter how I lived my life on this earth. Did I use any
of that money to help those in need? Did I share the gospel with
whoever I came across? Was I an example to this lost world? Did I live
my life 100% for God, not holding anything back? How I lived my life is
really what matters when I die, not the possessions I had on this earth.
Matthew 6:19-21 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But
lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust
doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. KJV Where is your heart?
06-27-2015
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Be Careful Little Feet Where You Go
A guy named Dusty and his friend Randal came in this afternoon. Dusty is this nice, loud, obnoxious, druggie, drunk. Randal is a decently quiet, nice, party animal, that has a huge crush on me. They come in together at least once a week and buy a bunch of beer for their "parties".
Randal bought a half pint of Captain Morgan and a pack of Camel wide lights. Dusty was next in line, I really don't remember what he bought anymore though.
"What time do you get off tonight?" Dusty asked me.
"Nine." I replied.
"Oh wow," He looked shocked that it would be so late. "Well after you're off do you wanna come swimming with us?" I wasn't sure how to decline, so I gave it my best shot.
"Uh, no thanks." I don't think there is a polite way to say they aren't the type of people I want to hang out with, so I just stuck with no.
"What? Why not?" he looked confused. "Oh, I bet I know what it is. You don't know how to swim."
"Yeah, that's exactly it." I said sarcastically with a smile.
Don't get me wrong, swimming would have been nice. I love swimming. Yet, I declined because I knew there would be more then swimming involved. There would have been skinny dipping, drugs, and booze. Although I could have went swimming with them and not got involved with all those things, why would I want to put myself in a situation where I would most likely be pushed to do things that I know better then to do. I wouldn't. That's just stupid.
Yet, I put myself in different situations with Kevin that make it hard to say no to sex. Almost every time that I put myself in a bad situation I do bad things. Why the heck do I keep putting myself in these situations? Why can't I just refuse to be put in a bad situation like I did today? I really don't know the answer to that. I just know God used Dusty to help remind me I need to be more careful, and make sure I don't put myself somewhere I could possibly do something wrong. I really need to quit putting myself in a situation that I know might cause me to sin.
This blog reminded me of a song I used to sing as a child. O Be Careful.
O be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little eyes what you see.
O be careful little ears what you hear
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little ears what you hear.
O be careful little tongue what you say
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little tongue what you say.
O be careful little hands what you do
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little hands what you do
O be careful little feet where you go
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little feet where you go
06-20-2015
Randal bought a half pint of Captain Morgan and a pack of Camel wide lights. Dusty was next in line, I really don't remember what he bought anymore though.
"What time do you get off tonight?" Dusty asked me.
"Nine." I replied.
"Oh wow," He looked shocked that it would be so late. "Well after you're off do you wanna come swimming with us?" I wasn't sure how to decline, so I gave it my best shot.
"Uh, no thanks." I don't think there is a polite way to say they aren't the type of people I want to hang out with, so I just stuck with no.
"What? Why not?" he looked confused. "Oh, I bet I know what it is. You don't know how to swim."
"Yeah, that's exactly it." I said sarcastically with a smile.
Don't get me wrong, swimming would have been nice. I love swimming. Yet, I declined because I knew there would be more then swimming involved. There would have been skinny dipping, drugs, and booze. Although I could have went swimming with them and not got involved with all those things, why would I want to put myself in a situation where I would most likely be pushed to do things that I know better then to do. I wouldn't. That's just stupid.
Yet, I put myself in different situations with Kevin that make it hard to say no to sex. Almost every time that I put myself in a bad situation I do bad things. Why the heck do I keep putting myself in these situations? Why can't I just refuse to be put in a bad situation like I did today? I really don't know the answer to that. I just know God used Dusty to help remind me I need to be more careful, and make sure I don't put myself somewhere I could possibly do something wrong. I really need to quit putting myself in a situation that I know might cause me to sin.
This blog reminded me of a song I used to sing as a child. O Be Careful.
O be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little eyes what you see.
O be careful little ears what you hear
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little ears what you hear.
O be careful little tongue what you say
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little tongue what you say.
O be careful little hands what you do
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little hands what you do
O be careful little feet where you go
For the Father up above
Is looking down in love
So be careful little feet where you go
06-20-2015
It's Not a Comliment, It's Disrepect.
There's this guy named Rick that comes into my work. I never really liked him, mainly over one incident, he asked for one pack of cigarettes, I accidentally gave him two packs, and I didn't realize it until he was already at of the store. He knew he only paid for one pack, he should have been honest and gave back the other pack. Dishonest people drive me crazy. The past two weeks or so he's been acting like he likes me. He asked for my name, and then gave me his. Now every time he comes in he makes a point to say my name, and maybe I'm the only one who notices this but whenever a guy likes me, he always makes a point to say my name, or maybe I'm crazy and they really don't, it just feels like it.
He brought his usual L&M menthol 100's and a pack of Marlboro red 72s, I assumed those were just for his girlfriend, and some gas. He handed me the money and I started to get him ten dollars back in change, as I handed it to him I saw his hand was slightly over his mouth like he had some secret to tell me then he said "Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice butt?" he asked casually like his question wasn't a big deal at all. I was shocked he had actually said that, it shouldn't have surprised me though since he once accidentally flashed his phone at me and guess what I saw? Yep, that's right, porn... If he's looking at some random women's butt online, chances are he's looking at mine also. After what felt like a five minutes (in reality, it was five seconds) of awkward silence I finally said "Um yeah, my fiance has a couple of times." After I said that the guy behind Rick instantly started laughing. I really should thank God for giving me the ability for having awesome comebacks.
It didn't take long for Rick to leave after that, he kept repeating out loud "That's it Hannah, that's it." I may have completely misunderstood what he meant by "that's it", but I'm next to positive he was just saying that was all he wanted to do was give me that "compliment", nothing more, nothing less. He's darn right that's it.
This isn't my only story about a guy saying something about my butt. I'll share the other two while I'm at it.
A year ago or so, this guy came in and asked wanted to get lottery, so as I was getting what he wanted he just kept snickering. Finally he decided I should know what was funny.
"My buddies and I have a nickname for you." He couldn't keep a straight face. "Wanna know what it is?" From knowing who he is, and the way he was snickering I didn't really want to know.
"What's that?" I asked.
"We call you hot pants." He snickered some more like it was just the funniest thing ever. It wasn't funny, it was disrespectful.
I saw that same guy come in a few weeks ago, he asked where the cheese was so I walked him over towards the cheese, as I was headed back to the register he followed me.
"Man, you sure do know how to move that booty." He snickered. I didn't look back to acknowledge I heard what he said, I just kept walking. "Did you hear what I said?" He snickered some more. This time I looked back at him for a quick second. He repeated himself. "You sure do know how to move that booty. It sure looks nice too." He snickered again. I once again, didn't look back back, and just kept walking pretending like I really didn't hear what he said again.
Ash and I were talking about this and she said these guys were just trying to give me a compliment. News flash- Making a comment about my butt, or anything else sexual related is not a compliment! If you want to compliment me on my eyes, hair, smile, or my attitude, that's sweet, but if you compliment anything sexual related, that's disrespect.
05-27-2015
He brought his usual L&M menthol 100's and a pack of Marlboro red 72s, I assumed those were just for his girlfriend, and some gas. He handed me the money and I started to get him ten dollars back in change, as I handed it to him I saw his hand was slightly over his mouth like he had some secret to tell me then he said "Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice butt?" he asked casually like his question wasn't a big deal at all. I was shocked he had actually said that, it shouldn't have surprised me though since he once accidentally flashed his phone at me and guess what I saw? Yep, that's right, porn... If he's looking at some random women's butt online, chances are he's looking at mine also. After what felt like a five minutes (in reality, it was five seconds) of awkward silence I finally said "Um yeah, my fiance has a couple of times." After I said that the guy behind Rick instantly started laughing. I really should thank God for giving me the ability for having awesome comebacks.
It didn't take long for Rick to leave after that, he kept repeating out loud "That's it Hannah, that's it." I may have completely misunderstood what he meant by "that's it", but I'm next to positive he was just saying that was all he wanted to do was give me that "compliment", nothing more, nothing less. He's darn right that's it.
This isn't my only story about a guy saying something about my butt. I'll share the other two while I'm at it.
A year ago or so, this guy came in and asked wanted to get lottery, so as I was getting what he wanted he just kept snickering. Finally he decided I should know what was funny.
"My buddies and I have a nickname for you." He couldn't keep a straight face. "Wanna know what it is?" From knowing who he is, and the way he was snickering I didn't really want to know.
"What's that?" I asked.
"We call you hot pants." He snickered some more like it was just the funniest thing ever. It wasn't funny, it was disrespectful.
I saw that same guy come in a few weeks ago, he asked where the cheese was so I walked him over towards the cheese, as I was headed back to the register he followed me.
"Man, you sure do know how to move that booty." He snickered. I didn't look back to acknowledge I heard what he said, I just kept walking. "Did you hear what I said?" He snickered some more. This time I looked back at him for a quick second. He repeated himself. "You sure do know how to move that booty. It sure looks nice too." He snickered again. I once again, didn't look back back, and just kept walking pretending like I really didn't hear what he said again.
Ash and I were talking about this and she said these guys were just trying to give me a compliment. News flash- Making a comment about my butt, or anything else sexual related is not a compliment! If you want to compliment me on my eyes, hair, smile, or my attitude, that's sweet, but if you compliment anything sexual related, that's disrespect.
05-27-2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Good Deeds
A month ago this man came in and bought some scratcher lottery tickets. I don't remind the amount, but he won at least $100. He ended up paying for the guy in line's stuff. That was super nice of him I thought.
A few days after that, I heard him talking with my boss. What seemed very off topic to me, he brought up how he won that money and did a good deed as he put it, and bought someones stuff. I was disappointed in that man once I heard him tell my boss that. He did a good deed, and now he's telling everyone else about that good deed so he can get praise for it. That just ruined his good deed for me.
A few weeks after that Sally told me that there was a freezer outside that I needed to bring back into the store (with the help of my dad), before closing time. An hour before I sent Ash home I decided that I wanted to go ahead and try to bring the freezer inside myself. Once I got out there it became obvious that before I brought it in I needed to dumb the water out. This freezer was so gross, it had water in it, meat chucks floating in the water, a few soaked labels, the outside was bad as well, it had dirt everywhere on it. So, I decided instead of moving into the store I would dumb the water out and clean it. It took me forty minutes. I ended up being behind on everything else I normally do, but it was worth it because I made it where Mollie didn't have to do it the next morning.
The next day in the after noon, after Mollie was off work, and before I went into work, I was talking for Mollie. The entire time we were talking I was waiting for her to thank me for cleaning the freezer for her.
I finally I broke down and causally brought the subject up. "I bet you were happy once you saw I washed the freezer for you." She looked confused.
"I didn't even notice." She answered. I pretended like it was no big deal, yet I was really disappointed I did all that work for her not to even notice.
Shortly afterwards, I went into work and Sally was still there. Sally wasn't saying anything about how I had cleaned the freezer either, so once again I brought up the subject.
"Yeah, I cleaned that freezer. I bet that made it a lot easier for you and Mollie." I said, trying to make it sound like I just did a huge favor for them.
"Oh, it still stinks." She said, like she couldn't care less. I was really discouraged after I heard her response. I did all that hard work for nothing. No one even noticed I had done it. What a waste of time, I thought.
Did you see any problems with my story? I know I did. Here's the thing, although I cleaned the freezer to help Mollie out, I also did it for my own personal gain. I wanted them to praise me for putting the extra effort out, I wanted them to recognize what I did. My selfish motive ruined the entire good deed.
Don't get me wrong, if one of your good deeds just so happens to come into the conversation, I think that's completely okay, as long as your motive is pure. You shouldn't be trying to show off, that is not a pure motive. I find it ironic how I felt disappointed with that man in the beginning of the story, yet just a few weeks later I did exactly what he did.
Next time you do a good deed and are tempted to try and get someones attention with your good deeds, remember these bible verses.
Matthew 6:1-4 “Watch out! Don’t do your good deeds publicly, to be admired by others, for you will lose the reward from your Father in heaven. When you give to someone in need, don’t do as the hypocrites do—blowing trumpets in the synagogues and streets to call attention to their acts of charity! I tell you the truth, they have received all the reward they will ever get. But when you give to someone in need, don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. Give your gifts in private, and your Father, who sees everything, will reward you.
05-27-2015
A few days after that, I heard him talking with my boss. What seemed very off topic to me, he brought up how he won that money and did a good deed as he put it, and bought someones stuff. I was disappointed in that man once I heard him tell my boss that. He did a good deed, and now he's telling everyone else about that good deed so he can get praise for it. That just ruined his good deed for me.
A few weeks after that Sally told me that there was a freezer outside that I needed to bring back into the store (with the help of my dad), before closing time. An hour before I sent Ash home I decided that I wanted to go ahead and try to bring the freezer inside myself. Once I got out there it became obvious that before I brought it in I needed to dumb the water out. This freezer was so gross, it had water in it, meat chucks floating in the water, a few soaked labels, the outside was bad as well, it had dirt everywhere on it. So, I decided instead of moving into the store I would dumb the water out and clean it. It took me forty minutes. I ended up being behind on everything else I normally do, but it was worth it because I made it where Mollie didn't have to do it the next morning.
The next day in the after noon, after Mollie was off work, and before I went into work, I was talking for Mollie. The entire time we were talking I was waiting for her to thank me for cleaning the freezer for her.
I finally I broke down and causally brought the subject up. "I bet you were happy once you saw I washed the freezer for you." She looked confused.
"I didn't even notice." She answered. I pretended like it was no big deal, yet I was really disappointed I did all that work for her not to even notice.
Shortly afterwards, I went into work and Sally was still there. Sally wasn't saying anything about how I had cleaned the freezer either, so once again I brought up the subject.
"Yeah, I cleaned that freezer. I bet that made it a lot easier for you and Mollie." I said, trying to make it sound like I just did a huge favor for them.
"Oh, it still stinks." She said, like she couldn't care less. I was really discouraged after I heard her response. I did all that hard work for nothing. No one even noticed I had done it. What a waste of time, I thought.
Did you see any problems with my story? I know I did. Here's the thing, although I cleaned the freezer to help Mollie out, I also did it for my own personal gain. I wanted them to praise me for putting the extra effort out, I wanted them to recognize what I did. My selfish motive ruined the entire good deed.
Don't get me wrong, if one of your good deeds just so happens to come into the conversation, I think that's completely okay, as long as your motive is pure. You shouldn't be trying to show off, that is not a pure motive. I find it ironic how I felt disappointed with that man in the beginning of the story, yet just a few weeks later I did exactly what he did.
Next time you do a good deed and are tempted to try and get someones attention with your good deeds, remember these bible verses.
Matthew 6:1-4 “Watch out! Don’t do your good deeds publicly, to be admired by others, for you will lose the reward from your Father in heaven. When you give to someone in need, don’t do as the hypocrites do—blowing trumpets in the synagogues and streets to call attention to their acts of charity! I tell you the truth, they have received all the reward they will ever get. But when you give to someone in need, don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. Give your gifts in private, and your Father, who sees everything, will reward you.
05-27-2015
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