rich.

Ive been trying my best to get really involved in what the kids are doing here in Tijuana, and one of their weekly things they like to do, is go to a bible study at La Roca ( the rock ) church on Thursday nights. So each week, although this day is my "day off" i am always ready and excited to go to bible study with the kids, hoping that it will in turn bring me closer to God, and closer to the jovenes ( youth )
This week, Nico the guy that usually comes to get us didnt come, we found out later that he was preaching, and forgot to tell us he couldn't come get us. This man Renee came a little late, picked us up, and we drove like true Mexicans to La Roca , Armagedon church. By the time we got there, there was only 10 minutes left of the bible study, so we listened and then shortly after made our way back. The kids wanted to get pan ( bread) so we stopped at a bakery, and got some bread, and when i didnt buy any , a boy spoke up, and said, bree, why dont you buy this store, your rich, arent you?
And i nervously laughed, and almost said no im not, but was quick to shut my mouth, and pray. I am rich. I am very rich.
I dont have "alot" of money, i work, i struggle, i cant afford things, but to them, i am as rich as they come.

Do i have the option to wear a different shirt during the week ? yes

Do i eat well all the time ? yes

Do i live in a house that shelters me ? yes

Do i have change in my pocket? yes.

Then i am rich.

Ive never truly been reminded about how rich i am, or how lucky i am, until a simple question turned into something i think about constantly.

Here, I have the basic necessities, andthen some great things to have, and i have survived, and i am doing well.
Its an amazing thing, and a heartbreaking thing, to realise that i am rich.

But its what i will dowith my "riches" that makes me different.

that will make me different.

i will not sit by anylonger.

Bree