Remind me,
when my transmission dies
and the numbers in my checking account
turn red,
that I am blessed—
that this phase of my life
is nothing short of a miracle.
Without financial disaster,
I may not discover my own creative potential.
I may not learn to simplify.
I may not see the love that surrounds me,
the open hearts eager to give.
Without this time of less,
I would not know the value of more,
or recognize the wealth
already within me.
Thank You for natural prosperity—
with You, there is always enough.
-Abigail Wurdeman