Sounds around tell an every day story of wealth and blessing, despite depleted bank accounts
The washing machine is spinning and the traffic sounds float through my open window
I have windows. A way to keep out the world and to let in the freshness of a new day, should I so choose
I am richly blessed and keenly aware that I do not know material suffering, what it means to be poor, to not be free to feed my family
I have enough, not just for us but to give away too
Today may I steward well the blessings I live within
naomi sarah 2025
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