My Goal Is To Be Filthy Rich

filthy rich

My internal alarm clock has been waking me up at 6:54 am every morning for absolutely no reason. Sometimes, it is just 6 minutes before my actual sounding alarm will go off anyway, so I am okay with it. On mornings like this, however, it is 126 minutes before my actual sounding alarm was supposed to go off, but I am still okay with it. It has led me to sip on my dark roast coffee while watching reruns of Friends and jotting away on this little blog that I feel as if I have neglected. 

My goal is to be filthy rich. Rich in adventure, in health, in knowledge, in laughter, in family, and in love.

If this is all that I will accomplish in my life, then I will feel full. 

I question myself quite a bit as to wonder why I am doing the things that I do. I find myself unable to answer them a lot of times as well. Why am I slaving my way through college? Why am I set on this one major? Why do I fill my plate so full with work, volunteering, school, classes, more work, more volunteering, and events on events on events? These past few days I have barely found the time to breathe. 

I do these things in order to be filthy rich. Not in money or wealth, but in all of these things listed above. Rich in adventure, in health, in knowledge, in laughter, in family, and in love. You see, I am a very hopeful person. By this, I mean that I have that hope that everything happens for a reason, and that some day everything that we have been toiling over and hurting for and clinging to will be worthwhile in the end. 

I ran across this verse the other night: 

But those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.”- Isaiah 40:31

This takes me back to me being a hopeful person. Hoping in the Lord is something that I hate to admit that I have been slacking on. I hope more-so in the idea of how things will end up in the end, and not on the present and how God is working on me right here in this very moment. 

I love when random findings are able to give me a wake up call, as if to say this is where you have been going wrong

I’m coming to find that hoping on myself and my actions only lead to me filling my plate even more full, sure that I am capable on my own to get things done.  

Some mornings, like this morning, I need to turn to allow myself to hope in what God has in store for me — that he has led me here, to fill my plate so full that I have no other option but to turn to him, only to give me aid and reassurance that my plate really isn’t as full as I believe it to be. {And that everything will be all right in the end}

And so my goal, after hoping and reassuring myself that I am in the right place, is to be filthy rich — in adventure, in health, in knowledge, in laughter, in family, and in love. This morning, I am comforted in the fact that God has led me to where I am for this to happen. The pressure of trying to make this happen on my own, however, is almost beyond the bounds of possibility. 




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