Being Rich or Poor?

Diamond Island, Binalong Bay, Tasmania. November 2011.

Sometimes I wonder why am I not born in a rich family. Rich as in, you know, R I C H.
Decisions can be made straight away. Things can be obtained almost certainly. Choices are made without compromising. Soaring above without limits.

But most of the time I'm being thankful for where I am now. If not I would not feel what the majority of the world feels. I would be less relevant to them.

And being average helps me to persevere, and that brings character, and character, hope. (Romans 5:4)

If I'm rich, would I be as hopeful for a better tomorrow as I am now?
Would I be hopeful to see God bringing me out of my suffering?
Would I be putting my faith in God when I face limitations?

Being rich is not everything. How to depend on God to live our lives to its fullest is the gem of life.