We are now going through a hard time with a job loss, but my heart is still overflowing with the blessings I have been given. Daily, I think back to when times were especially hard. I don’t think back for negative reasons, but because I don’t want to forget. I don’t ever want to be poor again, but I also don’t want to forget what it’s like.
Our future is uncertain while we face a future with unemployment, but I still see many blessings surrounding me. I could weep for happiness as I hear the birds chirp, my chickens cluck, and the wind in the pine trees. We were so broke at one point, living on little, and literally “robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The stress was all-consuming. When we first moved here, our six-year-old said, “We don’t get into trouble much at this house.”
It’s true. They don’t. The extra space helps immensely, but so does my stress level.
It is often the poor who seem the most messy, the most impatient, and the most angry. They are not wanting to be like that. The stress of being poor is just so great that they cannot see past their problems. It is the lack of hope that keeps them there.
I don’t want to go back to joining the poor, but I do want to help ease their burdens. I want to help them see that there is hope. I have hope because of God and His promises. He says for us not to worry about what we will eat or what we will wear. Look at the sparrow, He says, how it does not stock up on food yet it is daily fed. Look at the lilies, He says, even King Solomon in all his finest was never dressed as one of these. (Matthew)
(Originally published on my 2004-05 Keeping the Home blog)