I need a dollar …
Unless you’re the average Joe Blogg the wealth you’ve been given or earn determines;
1. Where you live 2. Who your friends are 3. What you do in your spare time
Money has an invisable border segregating people into groups all around the world…
Some borders you wouldn’t dare go near for the shame of your status.
Other groups who wish only to leave their confinements but free choice does not exist in their vocabulary.
I believe there are four categories: Those who have;
Nothing – want more
Nothing – content
More than enough – want more
More than enough – content
When we have little we value what we do have and find joy in the people we share life with.
They say the best things in life are free.
Being 5 and making huts in the lounge
Having music jams with friends around a bonfire
Going to the park for a picnic
Falling in love
Climbing hills in the moonlight
Jumping into waterholes
However my culture has taught me how to play by the rules..
It’s all about me. I want ‘it’ now!
Why can i so easily walk past a display window, see a pair of vans or a pretty dress and hand over my bank card without a second thought.
Yet when it comes to investing money into those who are in need, my church, or trusting God to provide, I sit in the back seat of the bus relying on someone else to do the right thing.
And for what reason? That I may look good? And for who? So that I feel better about myself? At the cost of someone else?
They say that where your money is, that is where your heart lies.
In other words take a look at your bank statements. What you spend the majority of your money on (maybe after your bills, or maybe not) will give you an indication of what you care about the most in life.
There was one week in London when I was the poorest I’d ever been, so when I was stopped by a homeless woman begging me for food and a place to sleep, I couldn’t stop laughing that she would ask me at my lowest point. But as I gave her nearly all that I had I found an overwhelming joy in the knowledge that I have God and his love, a home, friends, and family. And that week as I walked everywhere instead of catching the train, and ate £1 meat from the sale rack at Tescos supermarket, I was set free from the control money was having over me.
It is ironic now as I’m writing this nannying in Menorca, that British Airways has lost all my luggage. All the ‘important’ things.,
My dresses, makeup, hair straightener, phone charger, trainers. I came to London just over a year ago with 1 bag, and now it seems I’m back there again. I’m being reminded that there is a God who’s been desperate for my attention, and that in him lies everything that I need.
I’m challenging myself to evaluate what I’m living for. Is it to just make and spend money on myself? Or is there something more to life? It’s so easy to get stuck in my invisable walls in my home, with my friends, and forget who exists outside of what I see.
If the walls came tumbling down and we put money aside don’t we all look the same? Aren’t we all just trying to make a dollar to live a good life? And at the same time aren’t we all longing for something more? Family, love, belonging, and purpose?