Why do I feel so poor?
Each week is a struggle – the dance between wants, needs, desires…
I do not dance the dance of Astaire or Rogers,
more like Elaine from Seinfeld, a spasmodic jerking this
way and that…one minute too much and the next, nothing.
I am not poor – I am blessed – blessed with riches no person can provide.
So what makes my salt lose its saltiness?  My life becomes seasoned with doubt and despair,
hopelessness and feelings of scarcity – but they do not define me.

I feel poor…but Jesus seasons my life
I feel poor…but people season my life
So I am not poor – I am blessed with riches
So many blessings – so much salt to share