A Prayer for Going to Target

Dear Father in Heaven who provides all that I need. I am going to Target and I need your guidance and protection.

Guide me to just the three things on my list (toilet paper, dishwasher detergent and tampons). Please protect me from the bathing suits, dresses and shorts. Do not let that $9.99 T-shirt leap into my cart. Remind me that I have too many T-shirts and no room for this one—even if it is the perfect color, size and texture. Do not let my fingers grasp another quick-wicking workout shirt or a pair of oh-so-light-and-colorful running shorts even if I am training for a race that is six months away. Put blinders on my eyes as I pass the candles and lamps and bowls and vases — especially the purple ones that would add that perfect touch of color to my guest room. Keep me from the shoes and remind me how uncomfortable they will be in just a week and that your perfect will for me is at Nordstrom Rack. Keep me from the eyeliner and mascara and blush and lipstick and lip balm. And you know the enemy brought food to my Target—please bring to mind all the Ranch Dressing that already lines my refrigerator shelf. I will memorize these truths: my dog does not need another bone; I don’t need another journal that feels so perfect in my hands; I don’t need lavender body wash; and Diet Coke is cheaper at Ralph’s.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Amen.