I am new to this whole world of blog, but I think I can handle it. Ha ha even as i write that i know it to be untrue. I could barely maneuver past the blog template itself.

Today I seem to be overflowing with many random thoughts but the one that I can not escape is this. What do i really need to live, and does my definition of need, need to change? Geoff my husband would whole heartedly agree. Most of this shifting in my brain waves came from him. A few weeks ago, after a very fruitful weekend at the garage sales. I awoke to the handwriting on the wall, literally. He had used every inch of the wipe board in my kitchen to declare war on my idealism. There stated on my kitchen wall for all to see was this new addendum to the Kisch constitutuion.

"New rule for July NO MORE STUFF! (OK i can handle that, but he went on) No more garage sale STUFF (oh man!) no more dollar store (oh brother!) no more clearance stuff (what! i cant do that!) no more target stuff (oh! I cant breathe! someone help me!) No more stuff! If we don't need it to survive don't buy it!!!!!!!!!"

Are you kidding me! I think if my husband had taking to hitting me upside the head i could handle that easier than adhering to this rule. And to seal the deal I had praying about Geoff and I communicating better. Whats clearer than a billboard in your kitchen?

So a month later and my sentence coming to end, life altering thoughts prevail. WE (meaning both Geoff and I,) we are one in marriage no need to segregate that now) indeed do have too much stuff for survival. The thought gave me great pause after one of my children questioned our fiscal status on the scale of rich or poor. In a culture where the popular tune of "money, money, money" lulls children to sleep instead of classical music, I had to wonder if we were doing our part to continue on the legacy of " whoever has the most toys wins". I had hoped that our kids would not know that we were once "poor" in wealth. However it never occurred to me that the opposite could also be true, and how much more a travesty it is. I have failed! Failed to teach me kids that we are indeed rich sooo rich! How could I not have shared with them all that God has given, blessed, lavished, and poured out on us? All that God has given us is truly so much more than I can bear.