Today’s Seven Deadly Sin is lust. I saw that and rolled my eyes. I already confessed “lusting in my heart” Jimmy-Carter style in my adultery confession and wasn’t really in the mood to revisit this (sorry if that’s bad).
But of course, not all lust is sexual lust. In fact, with me, most is not. Lust is the reason I avoid house magazines. Lust is why I cancelled those Pottery Barn catalogs years ago. Lust is why I hate shopping. Lust happens every last time I see something–that sparkling bit of jewelry, that cozy stone fireplace, that beautiful bedroom, that lakefront lot, that swirly dress, those killer shoes–that I don’t have. And I want.
Lust happens when appreciation for beauty or goodness and a basic desire for them in my life take wrong turns, when they go too far. And it happens all the time.
So forgive me. Forgive the times I lust after what I don’t have. For when I spend too much time fantasizing about what it would be like to live there, to wear that, to have something. Forgive me for spending too little time thanking you for all I do have.