It's a plus if the roof doesn't leak.
That's true.
There are many ways to measure 'wealth'.
The good Lord saw fit to tweak my perspective a while back... I was doing alright by worldly standards - Hard to separate me from my businesses, but low-to-mid six-figures... Never really lived high on the hog, I guess, or that's what I told myself... But what stress! It's funny how you get used to it... How getting up barfing blood every morning can be 'normal'...
Then the Father hit me upside the head with a 2x4 that put me in a bed/wheelchair for some years - Lost it all, including my family... Right down to nothing, not even able to count on my own two hands.
Then he healed me.
It ain't been fun, and it ain't been easy. Been a whole lot of falling down to do along the way - But I'm used to getting up... been doing it all my life. That I CAN get up is all I needed. And every step is a joy to behold.
And I have been reminded of the simple things in life. I am under a tin roof again - God how I love the rain beating down on a tin roof - My little cabin is just outside of town - too close to the road, and the road is fairly busy, especially in the summer when folks are running out to the lake... But at night it gets quiet, when everyone's gone on home... It ain't like out in the sticks but I can see the stars, and real darkness, sacred, black, solitude ...
I grow most of my own food... my freezer is full of fish and game for the first time in 20 years... I make magnificent meals for myself, and sometimes friends - REAL home-cooked food, every meal of every day - The food I've always loved. I fix things for folks - something I have always been good at and love to do. How grand it is that my hand can hold and work a screwdriver again!
But I surely ain't lying when I say I live on what I used to spend for coffee every month... Poor as a church mouse, but I eat good. REALLY good. A redneck boy has always wanted money, but he really don't need all that much at all. Take away all that town stuff, and the fast food, grow and hunt your own food, and the cost of living goes way, way down... Makes me wonder what it was I was chasing that whole time.
I ain't done... I fuss with the horses, down at the family's place - My mom still lives there, and that old barn has been a part of me since I was a pup... I fuss with them, but I haven't been on them yet. You have to know how important is for me to crawl up into that saddle... It'll come... Can't take a full pack and 15-mile hike either... I can't hardly do five miles, but again, it'll come.
I remember a time, not more than five years ago, sitting in that cursed chair, smelling the wind - The spring wind coming down out of the canyon - I could taste the high country in that breeze, and my heart broke inside me, knowing for a fact that I would never walk above the treeline ever again...
But that's all changed. There's a place I know, way back in the Bob Marshall Wilderness, clean all the way at the upper end of the White River Trail... There's an overlook on up in there where the trail makes a sudden bend and there you are, looking out at The Chinese Wall for the first time... The Father has put it in my heart that when I stand right there again, this phase of what he is doing in me will be considered complete. He has put it in me that I will stand right there again, and I surely will.
But at the big cookout on the 4th this last summer, with my dear old mother, and my brothers and sisters, and my kids and grandkids all around, I found I was well past content. Happy. Joyous. More than ever in my life. And PEACE... Man, the peace of it... It took half my life to turn me back around to this hard-scrabble way, full of love and life, and a wealthier man can never be found.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRjQmIqA1dYThere are many ways to measure 'wealth'. I am ever reminded that only one of those can follow us to the grave and beyond.
