The Poor, Rich Man

When Greg was tucking Cali into bed the other night they read the story of the Poor, Rich Man. This man was very rich, but had no real relationships. While alive he kept a tight hold on his possessions and did not have compassion on anyone needing anything. When this man died, no one even cried, but instead the poor came and divided his clothes among them. In life, this man was selfish, but in death, others benefitted from him.

After reading the story, Greg asked Cali if she knew what "rich" meant. She said no and so he went on to explain that it meant you have a lot of money and things. Cali asked if he knew anyone who was rich and smiling, he said yes. She asked who, and he deterred her by asking her if she knew what "poor" meant. She said no and he went on to explain that there are people in the world who have little to no money.
After thinking on this, she told her daddy that we should take a trip to meet some poor people and give them some of our money. He smiled and told her that yes, we will have to do that soon.

This conversation makes me smile. Especially in our current job transition, little money coming in, and Greg and I wondering how we will pay our bills and praying daily that God continues to provide for us. In the midst of my feeling "poor," my daughter's perspective reminds me just how "rich" we are. Living where we do, participating in all we do, eating, drinking, wearing what we do... we are so rich in fact, that we have much to spare. Cali's recognition of all that we DO have and her desire to go out into the world to share it with others is just another glimpse of how God is using her as a light to not only this world, but to me as well.