I used to believe being rich meant money.
Designer clothes.
Sparkling jewelry.
Fancy cars.
I thought riches were something you worked endlessly to obtain, worked even harder to keep, and somehow never had enough of.
The older I get, the more I realize I was wrong.
On this journey, I’ve learned that true riches rarely come wrapped in luxury.
They arrive quietly.
A cup.
A meal.
A walk.
A repair finally completed.
Laughter after tears.
My son happily swinging after a desert heat caused countless meltdowns.
Quiet vows kept in love and not for show.
Love that keeps finding beauty in ordinary moments.
Riches are the things we often overlook because they seem too small to matter.
Birds singing in the morning.
Breakfast with friends.
Coffee and quiet contemplation.
A deep breath.
A good night’s sleep.
A moment of peace.
Those are the things that make me feel rich.
Not someday.
Not when I’ve earned more.
Not when everything is perfect.
Today.
Those are the moments that make me feel like the richest woman in the world.
Those are the moments that make me feel like the richest woman in the world.
Not because my life is easy, but because I have finally learned how to notice what is holy while it is still in my hands.
Tag: simple living
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Riches