Have you ever had something wonderful in your life that you took for granted? Something you didn’t realize was actually a gift? And you totally overlooked it because you were too busy doing life like a normal human being?
Have you ever had an “aha!” moment when it all clicked and suddenly, you realized what a great thing you had going for you?
Yep. Me too!
I just realized I’m rich. Rich, I tell you!
It’s been a wonderful realization.
I believe the thought was sparked by a phone conversation with my mother. That tiny spark grew, until it burned bright, warming the cockles of my heart.
And I’m not referring to dollars and cents. To investments, shares or properties. I’m talking about life’s riches.
We’ve lived in this valley for 3.5 years. I didn’t realize it at the time, but we’ve been slowly building wealth…in friendships.
There’s my old college friend and once up-on-time roommate. Folks of the community farm. The hunting buddy who swaps stories and takes us to the range so we can sight in our guns. The women I’ve got to know via gardening and canning. Our church family whom we love. Couples we connect with. My mentor. A grandparently couple who adopted us and gave us free use of their butchering setup. Neighbors who let us glean their fruit. The lady down the road who hands off old laying hens to us.
I could go on. Each friendship is unique and has it’s own flair. Running through the list made me realize…
…I’m rich in friendships!
Building a home has only reinforced this reality. In fact, it’s the very thing that made me see it clearly. We’ve had so much help with this project. People have been asking, offering and giving.
They’ve been involved with the planning. Plumbing. Building. Concrete work. Clearing. Lending tools. Offering or swapping time so as to cut back on cash flow. Friends checking in to see how it’s going.
Life would be so different and far more difficult without them!
But I never really stopped to think about it, until that phone conversation. Suddenly, I realized what a rich individual I am.
It’s humbling, actually. Not in a squirmy, low-down sort of way. But in a peaceful, I-know-I-don’t-deserve-this kind of way. A humbleness filled with gratitude that makes me want to give back until I drop.
I’m rich in friendships, folks. And I never want to overlook this beautiful reality.