Service

How old are you when you know you are poor?
I've heard of children whose mother took them
camping all summer at the beach. They
did not know they were homeless.

Is it the role of parents to shield their
children from the harsh realities of life?

How do we know we are rich? Is it a Lexus,
Mercedes, or BMW? Is it people who would lay
down their lives to save our soul?

I grew up today. A little taller, maybe six inches.
For a long time, I was content,
like a bird in a nest,
not seeing how to get out and fly.
Now I've had a glimpse and am learning to flap my wings.
I've flown to other nests before,
had other times of flight.
Is this the time to learn to build my own?
Where is the time in between to be spent?
I think I am missing a vital step...
possibly one unseen.

Poverty of spirit, is that what I have?
It seems like a sickness to try to shake or
get away from.
However, the Bible says Blessed are the poor
in spirit. They shall inherit the Kingdom.

I know I need to know more about the Kingdom.
The openings of centuries come with fireworks
but years travel fast.

Barry McGuire spoke of the "happy road we
are traveling on... Son keeps shining,
know it won't be long until the happy road is leading me
home." Sometimes, I am so tired of traveling this road
of service. Other days, I want to live a hundred more
years.

The days in between those two thoughts, prepare me for
tomorrow. For we are eternal. Yesterday, today, and forever
are all the same to God.