I wish retail therapy was covered by health insurance.
Well, if I’m being honest, since I’m wishing for things here: I wish my dad didn’t have to die.
But he did; I can’t change that fact; and frankly, no amount of shopping can change that either.
Since his death, I’ve found myself shopping excessively — indulging in tangible items to somehow make up for his death, mask the pain that accompanied it, and replace the void in my life. Although I was very aware that clothes would not do this for me, I developed an addiction to the thrill of getting a good deal or rare find.
Over time, I associated my weekly activity as an act of Retail Therapy. There would be days that I would just find myself at the store without intentionally planning to go — it became habit.
The Dictionary defines Retail Therapy as: “shopping in order to make oneself feel happier.”
And that’s exactly what I was doing.
HAPPiness is based on the HAPPenings in life, whereas joy is unconditional.
I was chasing happiness in the world instead of unshakable joy rooted in Christ.
We can’t choose the things that happen to us in life, but we CAN choose how we respond.
The act of shopping is a not a sin.
The act of eating is not a sin.
The act of being in a relationship is not a sin.
None of these things alone are sins. These things only become sins when we don’t steward them, and when — somewhere along the way — we decide they’re somehow more worthy than God Himself.
So, as I reflected on my own little flawed journey through life, take this lesson to heart: no material thing in this world is ever capable of replacing a life or interfering with your walk with God.
When life gets shaky . . . run to God.
When life gets easy . . . run to God.
When life is gets tough . . . run to God.
When life gets confusing . . . run to God.
No matter where life takes you . . . run to God.
Shopping can’t heal your heart. Only God can do that for you.