Wondering about my Wanderings

Being Rich

December 7th, 2013

I am learning that my life speaks loudest when put in touch with a core of poverty. Just yesterday people came to me at work and without me even asking they offered some pizza, candy and cough drops. I recieved them in the spirit of love that seemed to radiate out of the desire to share a gift. I believe this defines the person that God is creating inside me.

At one point of my journey. I had nothing. I was stuck in a place that I could not get out of and was told that I would never leave. I dwelt in a despair that I thought would last for eternity. Over time I learned to embrace the times/moments that seemed fleeting at times. Even my time working as one who was mentally retarded was met by a sense of being glad I was alive and I had something to live for.


The miracle in it all was that I was let loose from a place that I thought I would never leave. It was a miracle that I will not soon forget. I did nothing to deserve the gift of freedom offered. Since that time, I live to want to make other know the richness of freedom and grace. I am rich only because God loved me, even before I learned to love myself. Because of that love I am rich. I look forward to what others might too see.