When the subject of wealth arises, how we think and feel about it are quite different. The mind attempts, through ever-changing criteria, to measure and define wealth based upon circumstances and comparison; our heart eloquently knows the truth about real wealth without uttering a word. In this article, I share two accounts of wealth: the first, as told by the mind; the second, as known by the heart.
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My life story includes the common theme of divorce. In my opinion, the real wealth that was lost is the closeness of a loving family; however, at some point during the pick-myself-up phase of the first few years, my mind kicked hard into gear during a night shift. I was returning from Toronto. Despite the fact that I was still earning a good income, my mind suddenly informed me that I would never be able to afford a home again unless I found a partner with whom to share the expenses. “Not enough time,” my mind stated flatly, without so much as “sorry.” Its definition of wealth–and worse, my very self worth–was based solely on the amount of numbers in my bank account, and the unattractive likelihood of having a mortgage in retirement. An unmerciful judge, my mind snapped down the gavel and decreed that I was poor. There was never a chance to appeal the verdict. The case was closed.
In stark contrast to the account above, I offer wealth of the heart: I recently received an unexpected phone call from a very dear friend. Words are so pitifully inadequate; the word “dear” cannot possibly describe the innate goodness of the man and how much I value our friendship. For the past two years, he’s been going through treatment for a serious illness. Although we initially met through his business, we quickly formed a friendship that has endured for many years. It was so wonderful to hear his voice again. In spite of his health concerns, my friend–true to form–asked, “How are you?” Toward the end of the call, my friend said, “I want you to know that I love you.” I replied, “I love you, too, _ _ _ _ _.” The wealth that we exchanged cannot be measured by the mind; its realness can only be felt by the heart.
I hope that your definition of your true wealth is broader and deeper than the one that I experienced on that night as I returned from Toronto. We are repeatedly sold a story that if we have one of “these” and perhaps two of “those,” plus a certain amount of numbers in our bank account, that we may qualify for the rich club; and I, for a brief period, bought into it. Money is actually very useful, and I’m grateful for it; but a warped sense of its placement in the hierarchy of our lives can lead us astray unless we’re careful.
In Proverbs 23:7, The Bible tells us this: “As he thinketh in his heart, so is he.” Based on what my friend said to me two days ago, I’m the richest man in the world. My mind doesn’t have a say this time. Thank God.
Dare to Dream (and care for one another).
With heartfelt regards,
Art
Copyright © – 2022 – R. Arthur Russell
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