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What does it mean to be "Rich"

What does it mean to be rich...wealthy...?..
   After sharing with someone one day the joys of our little farm, selling goat milk and eggs.... they asked...but does it make you money?....It pays its way,I answered....but again they asked BUT does it make money....In other words...will it make me rich?
   I have pondered this over many days...Does it make me rich...??...What is rich?...I pondered it as I milked goats,gathered eggs,picked up pecans and built fences...What is rich?...
   Well I guess richness comes in many forms...probably depends on whose eyes it is seen from...What would I consider richness.....
     Maybe it would be the spun gold of the morning skies as I feed the goats and donkey....or the steamy white milk that hits the pail...or maybe the kitty's that purr around my feet waiting on breakfast....or maybe it would be the ruby red of a cardinal's wings as it flashes across the winter morning fluttering in the shrubs eating berries or it could be the diamond sparkles of water that the ducks splash from the pond as they chase each other in play,,,to me it is the little feet that fill the rubber boots setting by my back door and the tiny black gloves that lay drying from helping grandma with morning chores ... could it be the wagon filled with little girls laughing or the giggles of boys as they throw sticks in the pond...could rich mean sharing a day of laughter with my daughter and adopted daughters or the buckets and buckets of pecans shining like copper coins being dumped into tubs, or even the long talks and sharing dreams with my dear husband as we stretch fence to keep the billy up "again"....Does being rich mean gathering at the table with my family and bowing our heads in thankfulness for food that we grew....or even of that new born kid I found in the barn that morning nursing its mom....Would being rich include the magical time of the evening when everything glows and the chickens roost and my husband walks in with a smile after a days work and chores...?
   Well I ask again...Will it make me rich?...Nah I already am...more then money could ever buy.......
Another blessed day here on PatchWork Acres.......

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  1. mrsg30286January 2, 2015 at 8:57 PM

    There is a richness in God's blessings and beauty that meager money can't give!

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