The Saga of Maddie at the Mall

Never have I been so sure of my status as a sojourner than I was today at the mall. I honestly felt a little culture shock in my own city. I don’t spend a lot of time at the mall, if you can’t tell. I had a very specific errand to run, which was to pick up a cookie cake for a No Mo Chemo party at work; otherwise, I would have ordered whatever it was I needed on Amazon– I am all about my Prime membership.

So, I was walking as fast as I could to get the cookie cake, and this woman at a kiosk asked if I wanted a sample. I knew enough to say “No, thanks!” and keep walking. But she got me with “Can I ask you a question?”. I was sure she wanted to talk about my Texas Forever t-shirt, so I obliged. Nope. Before I knew it, she’s rubbing something that came out of a syringe under my eye. Just one. And she’s fanning me with a paper fan, explaining that it’s from stem cells-from plants not from babies (Umm WHAT?!).

If you know me, you know that I am low maintenance in the make up department. I wash my face with the off-brand of Clean and Clear. I have a St. Ives exfoliator that I’ve used since high school, and my make up is easy, breezy, and beautiful. Or, maybe I’m born with it? Either way, she’s asking me about my face routine, and she’s obviously appalled. While my eye is setting, she puts an exfoliator on my hand, and proceeds to ask “When was the last time you had a bath? Last month?” This morning. Thanks. I’m ready to run for the hills. At this point, I was halfway sitting on her stool, purse on my shoulder, explaining that I had a very tight timeline, and I needed to run. She decides to start telling me all the prices of what she’s just used on my face, showing me a mirror multiple times to compare my two eyes. All the while, I’m waiting for her to just do the second eye so I can move on with my life. Fifteen minutes later, I left with less wrinkles(?), and her business card. She wasn’t concerned about the money, she just wants to know I’m taking care of my face. I told her I would keep that in mind when I purchase my next pack of Biore strips. (Just kidding!)

Y’all. I love to smile at people as they walk by. We are all in this together! It’s nice to give a little encouragement! But I kept my face down for the duration of my mall trip. I walked so fast, I rubbed a blister on the bottom of my foot. Never again.

The Message translation of 1 Peter 2:11-12 tells us “Friends, this world is not your home, so don’t make yourselves cozy in it. Don’t indulge your ego at the expense of your soul.” I’m not about to go on a rant about how it’s bad to spend money on your looks or that botox is evil. You do you. What I do know, is that I was uncomfortable in the mall today. I am okay without the things it has to offer. God uses us in different places on this earth, but we are not home right now. Our home is in heaven with Him, and one day very soon, those of us who are believers, will all get there, and I feel confident my eye wrinkles will not matter one iota.

Until then, we must evaluate what we are doing with an eternal perspective. Spend time on what matters. For some of you, a good skincare routine is what matters. Maybe you use it as a ministry. Maybe you truly enjoy learning about contouring and highlighting. That’s great. It’s just not what matters to me. My time might be spent reading or baking cookies. Could some of that time be better spent? Absolutely. I’m a work in progress. We get the opportunity to grow on earth so we will be ready to spend eternity with God.

I pray for more opportunities to see this world as temporary and not my home because I can focus on Him even more. When I’m tied down to earthly treasures, I’m putting my heart in those, rather than heaven (see Matthew 6:19).

So there you have it. The Saga of Maddie at the Mall. Here’s to hoping there will not be a sequel. And for the record, I could write a sequel to God’s Green Earth for the price of the eye cream.

 

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