WHO'S IN YOUR WALLET?

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    WHO'S IN YOUR WALLET?

    To die now is to live later;

    But to live now is to die later.

    Striving for the world’s riches puts you in a spiritual slum,

    Anticipating the Kingdom’s riches takes sacrifice—you look dead broke to some.

    This place that we’re at is opposite of where we’ll be one day.

    Decide which line you’ll be standing in now – there is no time to delay.

    None of what glitters here is gold,

    It’ll have you diffusing the stench of brimstone.

    But what glitters in heaven is everything around,

    Can you imagine being worth far more than diamonds by the pound?

    Many die for the money in this world, but the world just keeps on spinning,

    Such a shame, for the angels tried to tell you so from the very beginning…

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    danmartyjake1 commented on WHO'S IN YOUR WALLET?

    01-13-2010

    Simple and truthful write. I noticed that my wallet has less and less presidents and plastic and as soon as I embraced it my life became more rich and powerful, in spite of less money.
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    AnnointedNebula

    01/13/2010

    Same here........and that is so true. Once we come to terms with "it is what it is" and allow peace to take precedence, it is a rich feeling. Please believe that there is a season for ALL things. Our season of overflow (financially) is just a matter of time - His time. As long as we're in position (spiritually,mentally, and physically) it will come to pass. As long as we keep it moving forward and up with a strong, sound mind -- NO ONE OR NOTHING will be able to stop it! Walking in faith, obedience, and love..........sure can't by that. God bless and keep you! (smile) Thank you for taking the time out to read this!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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