treasures in heaven.

I had intended to go to my bathroom (the perfect place for quiet prayer sessions) and "vent" to God about how poor I am, how i just withdrew from college for. . .the second time in 3 years, how i make minimum wage working at a daycare and spend my days with sometimes cute but more often than not bratty 8 year olds, and so on. let's just say, he got a hold of me real quick, and as you read this prayer I wrote, you'll see how in just a few short lines He can take my anger, frustration, feelings of failure, and anxiety and send me a little smack in the face and bring me back to the reality- a kingdom perspective. Man oh man, is He good or what!



"I have $80 in my wallet. 80. I don't get paid for over a month and a half. $80. That's it. I'm not in college, I make $7.40 an hour when i do work- which is like NEVER....I'm a poor college drop out yet again, with no clue of what the future holds. . .(side note: this is when it gets good). . .
However, you knew I'd be here ages before my mother even knew me. You knew the stress I'd face, the worry I'd feel. And you also knew and know that I'm going to be just fine. Mom will still put food on the table for me to eat, and dad will still lend me money when my gas tank is on E. And you'll keep blessing me with the sweetest, most beautiful brown faces I've ever known. You'll use the people of India to pour enough love on me to fill up my tank, the only tank that truly matters. You'll use the hungry babies in Kenya to remind me that even in "my poor" state, it doesn't come close to the poverty they live under. My belly will never grow hungry, yet 16000 children will die daily from hunger related issues. My old, wearing down BMW will still be worth more than they have or could even imagine of owning. I'll still have a job making (in one hour) more than most Indians make in an entire day. You remind me that no, I am not poor. I am not in need- Even when America's standards say $80 is nothing, the rest of the world tells me $80 is rich. And though i get overwhelmed quite often by my diminishing bank account, You remind me that You are truly all i need. You'll take care of the rest. You tell me not to worry about the time away from work to be in India, or Kenya, or wherever else I may end up- but that the ONLY thing I am to be concerned with is that these people receive the ONLY thing that will keep them from being poor, poor in spirit. . .YOU- Jesus Christ, the Savior of my soul and of theirs, the Provider, the Great I Am, for

YOU ARE ENOUGH. YOU ARE ALL WE NEED!"

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart is also. :Matthew 6:19-21