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Nine Week Financial Peace...Putting Coins in Your Bra


And so it begins....

Nine weeks of focus on finances and taking control of my behavior and relationship with money.  This is my second time through and I have to admit, I played games with it at first.

Kind of like a cat toying with a mouse or a mouse toying with a cat.  I'll dab in this and piddle in that but not truly committed to total engagement.  

The Bible clearly states that we should not be deceived and that God cannot be mocked and that a man reaps what he sows.

Do it long enough to say that I tried that and that Dave Ramsey stuff just doesn't work.  Or the crown financial.  Or Larry Burkett or Grandma's advice.

 I have learned from Grandmothers, Great Grandmothers and the story of Grandma Jessie who saved the homestead by the coins pinned in her bra to pay the taxes with.

When she sold eggs, she would pin a few of the coins in a hankerchief in her bra to save for a rainy day.
  
  Many homesteaders had to pack up and move back east but those coins saved from her egg money kept them going.

My Mom dragging us around to show us the homestead and telling us the story over and over again...was truly a gift.

Baby Step 1:
$1,000 in Emergency Fund As Quickly as Possible!
I also have a trip, college and other items that need to be saved for.  Eggs in my bra so to speak.

Baby Step 2:
Pay off All Debt except for the house.  List all the debt from smallest to largest.  Pay off the smallest and then take the amount paid to that one and add it to the one above.

  
 


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