"The Blessing of the Lord Makes Rich..."

…and He adds no sorrow to it.”

I have a crush on summer mornings. I married a man and had four of his children and taught them at home and now practice art from a home studio, mostly for mornings like this one, and zinnias in demitasse cups.

This, to me, is wealth. It is the evidence of the blessing of the Living God. I stand outside on my backyard deck on a Saturday, beneath a dark grey canvas umbrella, and trim The Preacher’s neckline hair to the sound of birds and the gurgling of his handmade garden fountain, and I know I am living the life I dreamt of as a girl.

I enjoy the things money cannot buy.

Money cannot buy the anointing. Neither can influence buy it. So there’s that. It’s all as simple and as profound as that. I aimed my whole life in pursuit of summer mornings with my very own zinnias in demitasse, and of taking care of one man well, of raising children to be beauty chasers, and letting the anointing of the Holy Ghost be my compass.