Matthew 6: 24-34
Jesus said to his disciples: “No one can serve two masters; for a slave will either hate the one and love the other, or be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and wealth. "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you--you of little faith? Therefore do not worry, saying, ´What will we eat?´ or ´What will we drink?´ or ´What will we wear?´ For it is the Gentiles who strive for all these things; and indeed your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. "So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today´s trouble is enough for today.”
That's uncanny, right?
Sophia keeps asking me if we're poor. I'm not sure what she thinks it means to be poor. I ask her if she's going without anything she needs, she says "no". I ask her if she's unhappy, she says "no". I ask her if she knows her Mama and Papi love her, she says "yes". I ask her if she loves her brothers and sisters and if they love her, she says "yes". I tell her that there are a lot of people with more money who can't answer those questions the same way, so, no, we're not poor. But she has eagle-ears (if there are such things) and always manages to overhear Mama and Papi talking about money. What a kid.
Anyway, rich we ain't. At least not in the "we-don't-look-at-price-tags" way. But, I've got half a dozen friends who love me like a brother, supportive parents and in-laws, cool siblings (including brothers-in-law and their wives), five amazing, beautiful, loving, and fun kids, and a wife whom future generations of women will pray to under the title of "St. Amy Elizabeth, Martyrfamilias". That's a lot.
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