A small life

I am feeling extremely grateful for my very small life. l was reading an article then other day about this extremely wealthy man. He was speaking on his wealth, and how people who want to have more money cant just follow their dreams and hope for the best. The general sentiment was do what it takes, hustle, grind and focus on wealth and you will have lots and lots of money and be able to do whatever you want. 

And while thats all fine and dandy for whoever wants to live that life it made me so aware of how small my life is. I am happy to lead a small life. I don’t need the world to know my name, my kids do, my family does, and the ones who are precious to me know they are. I have enough to get by and help people when we can, we are lucky to have a safe place to live, a reliable car to drive, and enough food to eat. 

AND 

we have dreams, we have things we want to do and aspire to have. But it doesn’t consume us. It doesn’t fuel our tanks. We are ran by love for each other, by the joy that living for God brings us. The accomplishment of a hard days work, or a nourishing meal fed to our kids (if they’re not feeling too picky to eat that day 🤣) 

This last year has truly been the hardest blessing we have had. Lennon has been a stressful little bundle of joy, and we have been forced to stay home more than planned, but I honestly enjoyed it. I have loved watching her grow (albeit slowly) but every time I look at her or my older girls I am reminded of how very precious my life is. How extremely blessed I am so have 3 beautiful souls to care for alongside my best friend. 

I don’t know anything about the man in the article, but I hope he has happiness, joy and love in his life. I hope that he uses some of his wealth to bring light into a world with so much darkness. But as for me and mine, we are doing just fine 🤍