Greedy Goose

Sunday we went to the Houston Galleria. In case you've never been let me just tell you that this place is dripping in money. The parking garage alone housed a few Maserati's, LLamborghini's, a PPorsche and two Bentley's. That was all before we even went in the actual mall.

Walking in we immediately saw Chanel, Burberry, Emporio Armani, Versace and Valentino. These are heavy duty shops, not the outlet versions that you might possibly see at your local outlet mall. The main way that you can tell that you could only shop there if you took out a second mortgage on your house is that there is about two racks of clothes with one sample of each outfit and at least five sales people that look bored with life.

It is very easy to tell the tourists from the actual shoppers. The tourists look more like myself, mom jeans, bad haircut, cheap shirt and homemade purse. The actual shoppers have designer purses and shoes that you've only seen in magazines. Their haircut cost more than the birth of my last child and they are fancy.

Damion suggest that I take the girls into Sephora for a little "girl time".  I was so excited that maybe I could buy some new make up but everywhere I looked there was vulgar makeup names. It was so vulgar, I'm not going to post it on here. Why does every fancy makeup designer feel the need to name some of their collections with body parts and sexual things? It made me feel a little ill. No I would not like my eyeshadow name to be more embarrassing than my yearly OB exam.

Finally we made our way to Nordstrom because I wanted to try on Tom's shoes. Truth be told, Damion and I both have feet sightly wider than a VW bug so of course, they didn't fit. Damion did however get a kick out of all the fancy clothes, furs, and shoes.  On the way out I actually touched a pair of Louboutins (shoes for you guys that don't know) and they were only $800.... for one pair of shoes.

It made me sad. Really. I know why. The night before our trip I had spent time of my brother-in-laws blog about his mission to bring a sustainable food source into third world countries. There are pictures of babies asleep on concrete floors, shacks that are literally falling down, and hungry orphans. Then I walked into a mall where luxury is at every turn and in way, it's not even luxury, it's gluttony and greed. I know that's harsh to say so please don't think I'm judging you if you don't share my same feelings. I'm not, I'm just trying to write down my feelings.

How can I desire or long for any of those things when the people in Haiti only long for food that day? How greedy am I to wish for riches when I am a millionaire in the eyes of those people? I am so greedy Lord. Forgive me.

How greedy is America that when give money to companies that are vulgar and use the riches for their own gain instead of helping others?  What if everyone in that mall took $2- and gave it to one of the families in Haiti or Kenya? What difference would that make? What if someone didn't buy the $800 shoes and gave that money to one family in a third world country? Would that provide a safe home and the chance to educate all their children? yes and more so!

Now an even longer rabbit trail that doesn't make sense because I have never in my life made sense. This is the Clumsy Crafter, not the well put together and thought out crafter.

Yesterday at one point I was ready to give up being SuperWife and give back the cape. I was mad about something and tired of taking care of everyone. I was so tired and still had more to do before bed. As I was standing there ironing Damion's shirts for him, I thought to myself "God I better get a big crown of jewels for this".

With the sweetest love available, God smacked me in the face and said, "You already have a huge crown of jewels."  He wasn't talking about my reward in Heaven, He was talking about my life here in America.

I gripe about wanting a bigger house but compared to those in Haiti, I have a mansion. I gripe about needing new fall clothes while some people have one set of clothes. I can barely close my dresser drawer. I get blessed with a dishwasher and meat that I don't have to shoot and prepare that day just to eat it but I gripe about cooking a quick 20 minute dinner.

So those people that I was judging in the Galleria? I am no different. I may have less in my bank account but I am extremely wealthy and extremely greedy.  I live in the lap of luxury and need to be more thankful for it. Sometimes it's easy to forget the blessings that we have at every turn here in this country. But we are no different from the extremely greedy if we take our blessings for granted.

If you stayed here through my entire rant, you are a saint and I love you.  I love you even if you didn't, but you wouldn't know that, would you?

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