My cousin got married and I got to go to a really fancy wedding. There were “whispered secrets” about how much this shindig cost.

We had to drive 10 hrs round trip to Houston in the same day. I almost didn’t go to avoid the driving. But, then I went to the bathroom with a book and my kids wouldn’t leave me alone for two lousy seconds and I thought “Hey, I could read for 5 hrs straight without annoying kids screaming at me - I’m in.”

I had two really important goals to accomplish.

I’ve been praying and meditating lately that God heal my mind about money. I think my perspective could use some work. My money attitudes might be more habitual and familial than authentic.

From Marrianne Williamson’s Return to Love, Our judgement of wealth is actually an ego ploy to make sure we never have any.

On the way to the expensive bash I read an article in Real Simple magazine titled Embrace Your Inner Cheapskate and the author reminded my far too much like myself. I don’t subscribe to that magazine, but there it was in the car waiting for me. Thanks for the mirror, God. It was an unflattering reflection, at best.

So I went to the wedding to bless the people who could afford to spend whispered amounts of dough to see their daughter get married.

Perhaps, their attitudes and views on money are healthier than mine since they actually have it. I’m considering the idea that it’s the wrong attitude about money that keeps us from it.

I looked at the shoes and the purses – because I’ve read enough fashion magazines to realize that’s where REAL serious money is invested and I blessed those women and their good taste and their luxerixous ability to buy fine things to decorate themselves and make them feel good and I prayed, “these fine people probably give loads and loads of money to charity and help others and they sure are being generous to throw this party and buy us big fat shrimp and velvety pate and lovely wines. Heck, they must be decent wonderful people or my cousin wouldn’t want to marry into their lives. They must have generous spirits or they wouldn’t be stimulating the local wedding economy, which it surely needs. Bless them Lord. I’m open to this kind of wealth Heavenly Father.”

I felt like it was important inner spiritual work for me to do and it felt good to emanate love rather than morally superior money judgement as I sometimes do.

The other true and vital reason that I went is because of the Wedding Band. I have a Secret God Given Gift. Does everyone?

A single straight girl doesn’t go out every Friday night for many years to a gay disco to meet men. Cause that would be self-defeating.

If that is how you spend your evenings in your single 20s – and it is how I spent my weekends in my single 20s with my friend Violet – it is because you have discovered an aspect of your truest, innermost self and you must let it shine. Meet my Inner Super Hero –

Dancing Queen.

(Why gay and not straight dance clubs? Because I don’t like my Inner Super Hero being fondled and groped by disrespectful straight men – I have far too much respect for her.)

Photos Source: Empowering Girls: So Sioux Me

Post from: Blisstree

Spiritual Money & Dancing Queen