I am rich, immeasurably rich.
Not from wise investments in the stock market.
Not reflected by my bank account, although I'm thankful the bills are paid.
Not in my humble home, although I'm thankful its dry and warm.
Not because of my job, although I'm thankful it provides a little extra.
I am rich in love of my Savior, my family, my friends.
My Father holds the wealth of the world in His hands.
The Word, the Truth, said "For a man's life consists not in the abundance of things he possesses."
There are poor wealthy people.
People who can buy a mansions and jet planes, but remain lonely, bitter, hoarding their riches because its all they have.
The poorest of them all think their wealth is all they need, that their wealth will save them, and in the end have no hope of eternal life, no Divine comfort when their "fair-weather" friends can't be found.
David, the great slayer of giants, wealthy king and conqueror, became poor because he felt desolate, forsaken, and shattered by his enemies.
In Coat of Many Colors, Dolly Parton wrote: "One is only poor only if they choose to be."
Choose to be wealthy. Come, sit at the Father's table.
This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles. Psalm 34:6