Notes On Being Poor


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.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Very well said. Love you both!

  2. Joy Keepers says:

    What a beautiful, lovely, attitude of the world and of marriage you have my dear. If more people were like you two and learned to appreciate life and love, marriage would not be so broken. You two are headed in the heavenly direction which will only bring strength and stability. Love you, Aunt Joy

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