Brooding the beauty of poverty

As yes you heard me, the beauty of poverty, or being in poverty. Though it is not Gods will for His children and His elect to suffer and not have what they need to further their lives and bring some much much much more to His glory and His fame and His name. He still teaches us amongst the dire of situations that we probably have brought upon ourselves for God loves us so much that He lets us screw up each others lives so that we being against one another can bring one another to each others end and finally see what God has been trying to show us all along and how He has been trying to change us into His likeness, which is the best thing for us. So He DOES have the right intentions and plans for us. Even if it means us suffering and being alone. He will help us to become strong and the like, and sometimes when we ask it of Him we do not know what we are asking and because at the same time our heart is pure in asking it of Him, He puts us through the fires and the forging that is painful. If only we could see it long down the road, but yet we are human which equals imperfectness which equals illiteracy in seeing the better in every situation and how each is connected so intricately to further the next one and so on to our benefit and for Glory to God. Well anyways I have looked upon all of my life up to this point and have realized why God has me here, within the poverty that I am in. I have asked Him to make me strong and the like, to make me truly changed, and He has and yet I could not see it and have whinned and whinned. Of coarse unlike most if not all who whine about their life when they actually have it awesome, I do not. I have it about, well lets just say it in a nice way. No I’m just kidding, I really do have it bad. But really I am able to see God and hear Him ever so clearly. So I am actually so thankful for this hole that I am in.

And you know what, I have no regrets about my life. I would not have changed anything. Had I been able to, I would have never have learned an instrument and played it so well. I would have never had an awesome relationship with God and my mother. I would never have truly learned the depths of love and just being around someone is enough. I would not feel deeply the way that I feel the truth of things. I would not be able to see the real truths behind peoples fake masks. I would not be able to passionately live. Had I a different life I would not be thankful for all that I have and I would want more and more. I would have never learned how to be satisfied. I would be like everyone else with their boring square haircuts. I would not be able truly love and love deeply. I would be so carnally minded.

YES! THAT IS THE TRUE BEAUTY OF BEING POVERTY! Because you really have nothing, everything has value and so much value. Just looking out upon a green field, an incredible sky. Not having to be dependant upon people to be happy, but dependant upon God to be happy. The ones who have little and humble themselves in the midst of it are the ones who are the prayer warriors. Those who have little if not any friends, those who have been put through the fires, that meaning that they have lost loved ones o so close to them, lost friends, have been betrayed by their close friends, have come close to dying, have seen the very faces of demons.

Yes poverty brings out the beauty in a person and brings out the beauty of all others around them. It brings us to our knees to see what truly matters.

And THAT is why I have no regrets in my life. Truly... No regrets. Everything up to this point in my life has furthered me, even I did not have the Godly wisdom to see it, and even I intentionally abandoned the Godly reasoning because it did not always make me feel good.

Thank you, all of you in my life who have let me down, thank you all of you who have hurt me and have stuck daggers in my back in the form of words, permanently leaving scars and unhealable wounds that only God can heal and has healed. Thank you, thank you, thank you.