“I realized that I am not poor because other people are rich.”
The Stream p.135 Worthy Books 2016
That’s so simple, but profound to me. God has brought our family out of welfare. There was a day around Workman’s Comp ending along with every other financial support, that I thought we’d be living on boxed Mac and Cheese and oatmeal.
We don’t eat steaks—ever! (Unless a birthday coupon gives us a seriously discounted one.) But we have delicious meals. Our townhome is nice; it’s functional. It’s warm and safe and not subsidized housing. Most days, I feel pretty rich until . . . I compare. Until . . . I worry about what other people will think. And I DO. Someday, God will get me over that mountain. Until then, I thank Him for His unfailing love and generosity.