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I Am Rich(And So Are YOU)

"...give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, 'Who is the LORD?' Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God."
 -Proverbs 30:8-9

When I used to read this passage of scripture, I would pray something like, "God, help me to be content with what I have; let me never have so much that it distracts me from You. Let me not be poor or rich." I definitely didn't consider myself in the "rich" category, but rather somewhere in between.

And then one day it dawned on me. I don't remember the exact moment or what exactly made me come to this realization, but I just remember thinking, "I AM rich."

I realized that compared to the rest of the world, I am in the "rich" category...and so are most of you! Maybe not compared to what we think of as rich in our country...but to so many people in the world, we would be considered rich to them.

I mean,  my husband and I have 3 cars, a nice house, a big comfy bed, running water, electricity, plenty of clothes, and a refrigerator and cabinets FULL of food-we have SO much.

So while I was reading that verse and praying that prayer of 'let me never have so much that it would distract me from You'....what I didn't realize was that I already DO have riches; I already have a LOT that can distract me from God.

I have been wanting to share these thoughts in a blog for a while now and just never got around to it...and then I found this on Pinterest today and knew it would go perfectly with what I wanted to say:

 It kind of changes your mindset when you think of it like that. Hopefully this just reminds us all of how fortunate we really are and how much we have to be thankful for.

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