At times God is so good and
kind and real that that “filthy rags” part is too generous, maybe the filth but
never the rags. It has to do with heir
and access and prodigals right to Him that are incomprehensible in their
magnitude but mine nonetheless.
The hard part is not being
the beneficiary but figuring out how to spend the unending wealth you now
have.
To put this into perspective,
think of talking, wind flowing between tightly stretched flesh in your throat
creating all the sounds possible by humans.
Warm, nutrient rich, moist breath being pushed out by your lungs
transforming air into “I love you!!!”
Oh the possibilities that wealth gift gives me.
Maybe spending the wealth is
not the problem, maybe it’s knowing what is wealth.
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| Gustav Klimt, The Kiss |
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