THE WISH BOOK

I started my day out in denial. Instead of tackling a looming chore list, I stayed in bed with a cup of coffee and a Christmas catalog. It’s the only catalog I get all year. I’m not much of a shopper. I either impulse-buy power cords and discount shower curtains at the Dollar General or I spend days reading Amazon reviews before deciding on the best bang for my buck. The marketing geniuses of retail catalog consumerism have figured me out. Don’t waste the stamp.

Except for LTD. Those suckers don’t give up. They are going to keep enticing me with everything you can possibly monogram, light up, or stamp a favorite sports team (unofficial) logo on. 

I do give the sports stuff a second look but the rest of it? It’s home decor, cookware, or glittery pink toys for little girls. My home is decorated with a lovely theme of  “nerf-proof and pet-proof”. The last time I cooked, I dang near had a nervous breakdown. I have five sons and five grandsons. 

You know what I miss? I miss the Sears Wish Book.

The Sears Wish Book was the elf on the shelf of the 70’s. Our parents didn’t need Pinterest or sleepless nights posing a naughty skinny Christmas character. They had the Wish Book. It had about 600 pages and it weighed more than Santa. It didn’t move mysteriously in the night, it sat on the coffee table right next to the ashtray and cork drink coasters for the entire month of November and a couple weeks in December. In those days, the wishes had to be officially wished at least two weeks before Christmas. Santa didn’t have the convenience of Amazon prime. 

Our Wish Book was the birthplace of the circled monograms that grace every other page of the LTD catalog. My sisters and I would grab an inkpen, circle the items we wanted for Christmas, and write our initials by them. BAM! Circled monogram. By Thanksgiving, the Wish Book was wrinkled with worn edges. The endless photos and descriptions of toys, tools, apparel, appliances, games, and gadgets were either circled or they weren’t. 

The Wish Book reminds me of my old Bible. Wrinkled with worn edges. Marked up. Verses and passages circled and underlined. But I wonder if I’ve chosen only what delights me and monogrammed it with an Amen?

The Bible isn’t a catalog, it’s the living word of God. You can’t choose what you want and ignore the rest. Sometimes what we read encourages us and gives us the exact inspiration we need to move forward. Sometimes what we read stings a bit and causes us to stop and assess our attitude. 

I’m thankful for my Bible. I’m grateful that every single word in the Bible pertains to my faith and gives the complete message of God’s love and salvation. My gift to you is His Word. May God’s living word truly change your life. 

“All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.” 2 Timothy 3:16-17

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