How Money Connects me to God

The air I breathe these days is filled with excitement. There are workshops, presentations, a gathering of women over a cup of Tea. The subject? Money as a Spiritual Entity, our relationship to it and how we are improving and deepening that relationship. Questions fill the room and reflections abound.
I come with my book "Money As Sacrament" as it presents my life's theme: how my immigrant father’s single minded ambition for making good in America paradoxically propelled my own ambition to a life of vowed poverty as a teaching Sister of St. Joseph; how later, out on my own, I addressed my own need to swell my coffers by overworking just like my father, not to mention dealing with a troublesome, substantial windfall after my parents died.
To add to my money’s spiritual vision, I met and married a college educated, once production but homeless Jim, forcing me to resolve cultural issues about his empty pockets.
Fourteen years later, I testify that I’ve never been happier. What Jim had money couldn't buy, a poetic sensibility, writing and editing skills and a love of everything real.
It amazes me how by God’s mysterious hand, all “found confluences” enlighten and educate the readers of my book. I walk in gratitude.

Dangling Daily Bread

I don't think, as I've often mused, that anyone ever gets completely comfortable with money. It's like getting completely comfortable with who we are and most of us are always in a state of becoming, in an evolving state of loving who we are.

I need to take time to ponder the money in my hands. I think about it, budget it, save it, set aside some for a rainy day, but as to "what" and "who" it is... I want to allow it to commune with me.

Give me this day my daily bread, daily bread in my pocket and purse, jingling - jangling. A beloved reminder and symbol that says God is filled with giving... is giving, always gives. Oh, what joy to hear that dangling daily bread.

Prayer Coming out of Nowhere

Thank you God for - well - for all my gifts. Know what I like about you God? Everything! Sure, I’ve never seen you, never heard the sound of your voice (except inside me), and I never know for sure what you want of me, or for the world. But some strong thread connects me to you, and I’m not dangling on it but somehow sewed into your reality. Again, thanks for making my life seamlessly purposeful.Amen.