So today I had an interesting morning that started off with blood, needles, and X-ray examinations…all in which cost me hundreds of dollars that thankfully the good Lord provided me with.
(Special thank you to obscure international immigration fees.)
i got home, (to the new flat that my flatmate Briar and i just recently moved into few days ago.) and I noticed that i was stressed, bruised and bit hungry. I dont know about you, but i'm not a fan of starting off the morning with such a negative aura in my atmosphere. I got home and i dumped my hand bag onto the floor and surely a little piece of folded dusty and crusty papered slipped out of my bag.
Makayla was amazing and totally came for company while i waited at the doctors. Nomaste.
I knew exactly what it was, Its a post it that i wrote to myself after a life epiphany i had few years back that had a bit something to do with rocks and Australian ocean waters, (but thats another time another adventure) and because it was such a sentimental moment in that season of my life, i knew i had to write it down.
Anyways, here is the little piece of paper that has been worn and torn and re-read millions of times that has helped me in times of lonely travel or in times that i just forget to breathe..
How quick it seems, that something as superficial as money can bring people down straight to the dumps. Money plays such a funny little game. Those who have it, can't get enough but lack genuine happiness. Those who live without it, need it, yet are gleaming with pure bliss. The power that money holds over man is so sad. As embarrassing as it is to admit it, back home when i used to have a car, i would notice that if my gas tank was on empty, i'd be a bit more on edge and bitter than than when my gas tank showed me that it was full or more than half full. How lame that something as the thought of how much gas i have at the moment could depict my emotions.
"You cant worship two gods at once. Loving one god, you'll end up hating the other. Adoration of one feeds contempt for the other. You can't worship God and Money both." - Matthew 6:23
When i lived my days in Africa, i've never had more genuine fun with my life just by interactions and conversations than i when i had my most expensive adventure to the UK
People always ask about my travels, why i go? what do i do? what do i see? the typical questions, but i'd have to say, not one conversation continues on without them asking who pays for my travels.
The answer has always been and stayed the same.
My good Lord provides.
Honestly, THEE GOOD LORD PROVIDES.
i always get funny looks afterwards, or the awkward smile and shrug off the shoulder.
awkward?
believe it, or you don't.
i'm only twenty years old.
Unfortunately, i've been blessed enough to see more of the world than my parents, and grandparents and there grandparents combined.
There is no way that at my age, being a student and a nanny would have gotten me as far as it has.
As of now, i have no money.
Zip. Zilch. ZERO.
am i worried about it?
nah.
I'm crossing over the waters into the city tonight.
Going to dance to the amazing lyricism by my latest favorite band Avalanche City. Forget the troubles and stress that money WOULD like to hold over us.
Have the weekend off, if your in auckland, shoot me a text and we'll have a weekend adventure. I'm thinking, hitch, northern points, stargazing, and bonfires, just to name a few.
"You're blessed when you're at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule. You're blessed when you feel you've lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you. You're blessed when you're content with just who you are - no more, no less. That's the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can't be bought. You're blessed when you've worked up a good appetite for God. He's food and drink in the best meal you'll ever eat. You're blessed when you care. At the moment of being 'care-full,' you find yourselves cared for. You're blessed. You. Are. Blessed.
- matthew 5:4-9
1 comment:
I love the couch :)
mine came with the word ASS sketched into it on the back :/
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