No Poverty Here

I used to only see the poverty.

The broken pieces.

The suffering.

As if somehow it defined things

Trapped things.

Deprived things.

Then I began to see better

The poverty was in my perspective.

You see, there’s no poverty of friendship here.

No poverty of love.

No poverty of creativity.

Oh sure, we live surrounded by poverty.

But there’s no poverty of being together here.

Dare we see poverty

while also seeing where there’s no poverty?

Eleven

In some ways it makes total sense and in some ways it completely baffles my mind:

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How is this kid 11 today?!!

Rachael,

Your birthday this year was spend decorating your own cupcakes, opening a few wonderful gifts, and going to the local restaurant that has swings for dinner (fries and Fanta, anyone?). It was a simple and joyful time celebrating your gentle, thoughtful, loving self. We adore you, kid, and the joy you bring to our home. Thank you for taking long walks with me just so we can talk about anything under the sun, thank you for caring for those younger than you so well, daring to serve when it’s not easy. It is a joy being your mommy and an utter delight to get to encourage you as you learn and grow. So to my always curious, book devouring, self-motivated, Scripture memorizing, anatomy and physiology study exploring, craft project delighting, ukulele strumming, now harmonica blowing, 10k run conquering, living room dancing, lego constructing, Portuguese mastering, culture crossing, little kid including, patience yielding, heart-felt serving, conversation contributing, smile causing adventurer:

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๐ŸŽ‰Happiest of birthdays, sweet Rachael.๐ŸŽ‰

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Daddy and I love you so much and are so honored to be your parents.

We cannot wait to see what year 11 has in store for you, sweet girl.

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