The images we have when it comes to wealthy people are usually negative, thanks to reality television and movies. Most real life wealthy people think their life style is, “normal”. The overseas’ vacations, the cleaning lady, being able to go to the store and getting whatever they need. It’s those who are poor that notice the difference. They notice the full refrigerator, new furniture, the name brand clothes, and find it strange when no one mentions money when it comes to dreaming for the future. For the wealthy, money is a given, there will always be more money coming.
When I was in Australia, without knowing I gave this illusion I was wealthy. Maybe it was because I was able to afford moving there. Most didn’t know it was God who had blessed me with a college grant and made everything worked out like only a God miracle could. I saw some kids party their days away (yes, even at bible college) but for me I never took a day for granted. Instead of hanging out some nights, I would volunteer as an editor and in return sometimes get paid which helped with some of my bills. I never expressed to my peers of money situations, I was confident God brought me this far, He would provide as I continued to walk in faith -by working and volunteering. When I returned my mom told me she sold tamales to people at my church to help out with the cost of my rent.
Years later, an Australian friends came to visit my home in California. One of the first thing he said was, “Oh, I thought you where rich for some reason.” I laughed but then started to think about that statement. Another friend who visited said, “Wow, now I see what a miracle it was for you to go to Australia, now I understand the challenges you had to overcome.”
I began to think of how I was able to make my friends in to thinking I was rich without even trying. They where right, I didn’t act poor.
Some of my best friends are wealthy. I learned a lot from growing up with them. I learned the importance of education, goals, and being driven. They hated when other kids would call them rich. I guess they saw how hard their father works, and knew wealth required sacrifice. I watched their father give up family time to take care of his business, he never clocks out. I dreamt of being just like him, not having to rush to work and having breakfast with the family. I even worked for him for a short time when I was going to college, and saw how he made executive decisions with such confidence. He is a godly man who loves helping the church by being generous. I saw him notice the potential of others and give them opportunities. Driving to their house reminds me success is attainable. I can love God, help people and be successful without losing my heart.
My father also taught me great lessons of faith, to read books, set time aside to read the bible and help those in need. A family joke is my dad will give his last dollar to a homeless man.
Mixing lessons from both men have create my ability to walk as a wealthy woman who lacks nothing. The art of acting wealthy is to notice the wealth one already has. Most of us been blessed to go to bed not hungry, most of us been blessed with a job that pays the bills, we’ve also been blessed to read and create. I’ve learned not to let the amount money make me feel poor. Learning how to manage my finances from wealthy authors has also helped me make better financial decisions. Its my attitude that will determine my wealth.