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I truly believe to be poor physically is to be rich spiritually. In my life I can honestly say that when I was viewed at my lowest, it was then that I was at my strongest point. Being poor allowed me to put my faith first, it strengthened my belief and centered me as God’s child. I was more versatile I could make a dollar out of fifteen cents sort of speak. I can recall making the best meals with limited ingredients. Being poor allowed me to celebrate and appreciate what I did have. I was grateful just to be alive, just to have something to eat no matter what is was. I realize now that poor is a state of mind and not so much an actuality in essence. Often the poorest people are the richest in nature and spirit. They are the true survivors that have little and can make do. When God sees that we are content with what we have it is then that he is able to bless us our lives and transition us to the next point in our lives. I do not ever think I truly knew what was to be poor, because I never really viewed my situation as needy, my needs were meant and my heart was content.
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