Today I decide to be wealthy.
Why do I want to be wealthy? Or in this definition, why do I want money?
To pay my bills. To be able to share. To not worry where I will sleep in the future. To be able to take care of my health. To be able to have freedom to go to town without worry about the gas in the car. To help my daughters if they need it. Sarah will, when she gets out of school. Elizabeth will, if she doesn't find work soon.
I paid my tithing today.
I miss my daughters sitting with me. The Holmes baby is having "routine" heart surgery tomorrow. Brenda sat next to me in Relief Society, and I told her about my visit with her son.
I wanted the bishop to say something to me before I left the church building. I was considering asking for help again from the bishop's Storehouse. I was sitting in the foyer, when he walked by.
"How are you? and how are the girls?" he asked (he was headed out to get something from his car.)
"The girls are fine," I said.
"And how are you," he said, ten feet away from me, and everyone listening.
I hesitated, and he smiled at me.
"Everything is going to turn out fine," he said, and then headed to get something from his car.
Tomorrow, I have a lot to do.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
Why do I want to be wealthy? Or in this definition, why do I want money?
To pay my bills. To be able to share. To not worry where I will sleep in the future. To be able to take care of my health. To be able to have freedom to go to town without worry about the gas in the car. To help my daughters if they need it. Sarah will, when she gets out of school. Elizabeth will, if she doesn't find work soon.
I paid my tithing today.
I miss my daughters sitting with me. The Holmes baby is having "routine" heart surgery tomorrow. Brenda sat next to me in Relief Society, and I told her about my visit with her son.
I wanted the bishop to say something to me before I left the church building. I was considering asking for help again from the bishop's Storehouse. I was sitting in the foyer, when he walked by.
"How are you? and how are the girls?" he asked (he was headed out to get something from his car.)
"The girls are fine," I said.
"And how are you," he said, ten feet away from me, and everyone listening.
I hesitated, and he smiled at me.
"Everything is going to turn out fine," he said, and then headed to get something from his car.
Tomorrow, I have a lot to do.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
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