I still don’t get why vanity is more condemned than low self-worth.
How do I remind myself that it’s not all about me? There was a period of time when I kept the offering I was supposed to transfer to the plate as it went around the church house. My needs seemed more immediate than mission trips. Of course it was my need for candy that prompted the savings. I was not confused by basic economy, but merely participating in supply and demand which seemed more mutually beneficial than “giving.” But despite my thefts, the only guilt I could muster up came from not wanting to deceive my mother.
If I am to be rooted in God, trusting Him, then I should be taken care of, right? I am given supernatural room for mental, physical, emotional health to do for others. I still feel conditional about giving, hence, do not: cast your pearls (to swine), rescue an angry person… Do love your neighbor as yourself.
I still don’t get it 