I am rich

I am rich. Grace lavished over my brokenness, the steadfast love of the Lord never ceasing and free atonement for the sin I could never pay for.

I am rich. I have manna to feed my hungry soul, the trustworthy promises of the Lord to anchor my heart upon, and I can drink deeply of living water.

I am rich. I am the daughter of the King eternal. I am dearly loved, called by name and I belong to Him, not just as a servant but as His child.

I am rich, born again into a messy broken, beautiful family. I have spiritual mothers and fathers. I, an only child, am blessed by siblings galore – ornery ones, steadfast ones, ones to lean on when there are hard times. And in turn, sometimes I hold them up. And I have many “little” brothers and sisters – to nurture, to encourage, to love.

I am rich. Two beautiful, bright souls fill my home with Legos and dolls, laughter and love. This work of mothering fills my hands and heart with great responsibility and great joy.

I am rich with love. Married to a good, quiet man who sacrifices and gives, who is loyal and forthright and good. And who, most of all, loves the Lord.

I am rich. I can move and breathe. I am blessed with the ability to work and walk. I can run with my children, bend over to kiss booboos and wash the countless dishes that fill my sink.

I am rich with so many treasures that money can never buy.

May we each remember to count the things that matter most.

Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? ~ Matthew 6:25-26

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