As God is my witness…I will never be poor again
I’m picturing Scarlett O’Hara with clenched fist and the dirt of a once-great plantation crumbling through her fingers, vowing “As God is my witness, I will never be hungry again!”
That’s how I feel about being poor. Once again we have no money even for necessities at the end of the month. We are just going to barely scrape by until next Tuesday when we both get paid. I just want to have money in the bank, all the bills paid, and the ability to see a movie or get dinner a couple of times a week. We have sooo much catching up to do-we owe about $1,200 in taxes (because we always claim 9 so we can live during the year on one salary)-we owe Mom 1,700 for 2 months of rent she helped us with-Tony has not paid for bankruptcy so that’s $1,400, all coming up in the next couple of months. Wow lots to pay and lots to catch up with. Not to mention all our regular bills.
Lord, please take care of this…I am way too worried about it. I’m sorry I have been so foolish with money in the past. Please let us be able to get caught up and get all our bills paid off in a timely manner. And please help us to live within the means that you have spectactularly provided for us.
We drove to VA Beach yesterday, took 2 hours there, 3.5 hours back because of traffic. Cost us $40 we didn’t have and 3/4 a tank of gas. But all lil pill could talk about was “the fun day at the fun beach and how those waves came up and the water was so cold!” I didn’t get him to sleep until about 11 last night because he kept popping his little head out of bed to tell me “just one more thing, mommy” about the beach. Stupid from a monetary standpoint, priceless to my son.
