Okay, friends.

It’s happening.

I’m gonna do that spending fast. 

If you’ve read this blog for more than two minutes, you know that follow through is not my strong suit.

And my resident Follow-Through-er (aka family responsible person) is swamped right now.

So I’ve enlisted some reinforcement.

Their assignment (should they choose to accept it) is to shoot adrenaline into my soul when I want to slack off.

Also, they will be the people I call when everyone is whining and I’m inside my head and just want to give in to a treat or eating out or something. 

The conversation will probably go something like this:

Me: I wanna quit.

Them: No.

Me: But I have rights.

Them: No you don’t

Me:  But this is hard.

Them: We can do hard things

Me: Okay. 

Them: Plus you’ll have to confess on your blog if you blow it and you hate to disappoint people.

Me: Shut your mouth.

We love each other.

I can’t prove my motives are perfectly pure.  And that I’m not serving my Performance/Approval/Acceptance Idol.  I guess I can just give you my word that I’m committed to getting down each morning and asking Him to help me do it for His glory, my good, and from a standpoint of obedience out of love.

Besides, Tim Keller says,

“If you wait until your motives are pure and unselfish before you do something, you will wait forever.”

My parameters are still a little unclear.  I know the boys and I need to not eat out right now.  Or get something superfluous at the grocery store.  Or the Target store.  Or the Kwik Shop store.  Not sure how long.  I want this to pinch.  Again, not so I can feel righteous.  That’s silly.  But so I can go to Him in that pinch and say, “This hurts.  This little convenience clearly owned me a bit.  Help me and be Enough for me.”

I know this will not interfere with my man leading our family.  (Which is a saintly way of saying, if Dan says let’s eat out, I’m on board!)

Our actual convo this morning:

Me: I’m gonna do that spending fast finally.  But it won’t affect your decisions.  Just when I’m in charge during the day or when you’re gone in the evenings. 

Him:  Are you expecting this to be something I disagree with?

Hmmm….it’s time, friends.