"On Being Rich"

"When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter most then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn't they matter most now?"

We Americans love our money. I mean we really love that green paper. Sure, we need it to survive, but what so many of us fail to see, is that thats it. Thats all we need it for; Survival. Aside from using it for the bare necessities, does money really hold any other worth? Or does it just begin to act counterproductive, making us poorer as we stack up our bills? Slaves forever to paper. Blind to what it means to be truly rich.

When will eyes be opened, able to see clearly that we have it all wrong. 

God did not die for us so we could follow a journey all for salary, living for things that hold no meaning and no purpose, other then to pull us away from the things that actually matter. Things like love and faith. Experiences and relationships. 

Things Like Him.

During my week in Haiti, I witnessed a moment that truly opened my eyes to these two completely different examples of "rich". As I sat in the living room with the beautiful Haitian family my team and I were staying with, the entire floor ruptured beneath us, sending an enormous crack in the tile through the majority of the house. My mind immediately flashed to what any typical family's reaction might have been (including my own)-- cursing, complaints, and acting as if the world had truly came to an end in that moment-- expecting the family to be just as upset. Instead, the family squealed in fright, broke into a fit of laughter, and literally‚Ķ just continued to spend time with one an other. I remember smiling and thinking they get it. 

It is our job in life to figure it out. To see that "we are not rich until we have something money can't buy."

If all we have in the end is money, we are the poorest of all.