“A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest and poverty shall come upon you like a thief and scarcity like an armed man.” Proverbs 6:10-11
This scripture literally disturbed my rest yesterday. I laid down for all of two seconds and this scripture popped in my head. So I hopped right out of bed and got back to work.
Poverty frightens me as much as snakes… And that’s saying a lot.
I could bore you with poverty statistics. I could paint a pitiful picture of what it’s like to live in lack. I will not. I will simply say that being poor is NOT fun.
And I don’t know of you’ve heard, but here in the Sunflower State, we aim to actually criminalize fun if you’re poor. Seriously, if you receive state aid there will be no surf and turf, no casinos, and no swimming. As if poverty in and of itself isn’t scary enough, let’s throw in the threat of jail time.
For the next few weeks, I’ll be blogging about money. Bear in mind that my knowledge of the subject is limited, because I don’t have much of it. But I’m hoping that someday I will and when I get it, I’d like to know what to do with it.
I do not need to sleep on pillowcases stuffed with dollar bills…but I would like to be able to take a nap without fearing that poverty is lurking around every corner waiting for an opportunity to pounce.




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