There is some truth to this sweet comic.
As you know, S and I are poor.
It’s alright. In a way, we’ve chosen it.
Is is stressful when the medical bills come in from my hospital visit? Yes.
If my paycheck was suddenly doubled, would I like it? YES.
Do we miss out on things we want to do and buy sometimes? Yes.
But, overall, it’s not too bad. In fact, I kind of like it.
You see, I have never been so utterly thankful. When there’s food in the fridge (because, as it turns out, those don’t refill themselves. You have to buy groceries. Who knew?), I don’t take it for granted. When someone gives us something – anything, a free meal, a piece of furniture, a ride – I accept it, knowing that I need it, knowing that this is community, this is love.
I don’t care that the iPhone 3000 is coming out. I don’t care that my car is older than the neighbor’s. I don’t care that I’ve worn this dress a million times because I don’t go shopping.
It doesn’t bother me.
I don’t even notice.
Things I said I valued in an idealized picture of myself have come to light in the absence of comparison. I have never seen so clearly which things are important. Love, community, and relationships. Dreams, self-improvement, and honesty.
While we are (mostly) financially stable, being poor has removed financial security. Instead, we have to lean on other things – on people.
What a lovely thing to experience.
I’m so thankful for this season of being young, poor, and newly married. I feel that we are steeping our legacy in things of true importance, right from the start.