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.
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