If I Knew I Had A Million Dollars

Good morning, and and how are you today? Well, how would you feel if you had a million dollar a year income? And with that, if you had that income, doing exactly the same things that you do now?

That came to my mind this morning as I was (being the homemaker I am) dreading the days' work of cleaning and cooking and washing soiled clothes from my failing potty training son's wardrobe which were sitting in the tub from last night. What if I knew that for this, I would make a million dollars?

So I started this blog because God has been consistently laying on my heart new ideas about this round figure of about a million dollars. Proposed at differing intervals, none equal, but all incredible abundance which I could not fathom. I was amazed to let my mind run free for just a second in a daydream, but I quickly staunched that daydream, when my daughter and son came to meet me at the bathroom (ages 1 and 3, respectively), and I had to get back to reality once again.

But what if I did?

I picture myself being a lot more energetic, and willing to spend my creative time doing things that I have never done before, like travelling to distant places, and making video documentaries. I would DEFINITELY put my children in private school, and let them learn the Bible while they learn the academics, rather than having the two be separate (how wack is that that it has to be separate?) Then I would probably become a full-time artist, because I would be able to focus my time and energy on my work, while a maid does my housework. And I could spend hours at art galleries and concerts, because I could pay well those who would tend to my children for me, while I dress high-fashion clothing and meet people in different places.

I wonder how many I would meet and pray for and share the gospel with just in doing that. And how many would I lay hands on who are sick who would become healed? And how many would hear my voice and their souls be changed, and hearts softened to the Mighty Hand of God.

My dreams are laced with fantasies of what would be...

If I had a million dollars then I would buy this house, and hire an accountant, and consultants to help me track all of my spending and bills. And instead of worrying about paying the bills myself every month, I could do awesome video editing and go BACK to college for another bachelors degree in audio and video production rather than just marketing. I would write children's storybooks, and have them published and recruit distributors to help me sell them.

My rich friends always seemed to have it "together", but when I talk to them, they tell me that they too, desire true riches. I put myself in their shoes.

I wake up and I have more money in my control. Then I am expected to maintain a certain level of cleanliness, for what "rich" person does not keep their homes clean? I have to keep guests OUT when things are dirty. Absolutely. So if that's not up-kept then I have to hire a maid to do it, and I have reserves about that idea. Will he or she treat my things like I would?

Getting back to me in this... What would more money make me believe that I would have to do as far as status is concerned? Would I try to befriend closer each of the people who I know to be also rich? And what is this phenomena of status rank? You know, the human tendency of people to segregate whose mindsets lead to varying financial circumstances to include different levels of income? Is it true that rich people hang out with rich people? What IS that? I mean, what IS that?

I know this is a lengthy blog, but I have to ask, why does it seem like a million dollars has some kind of fantasy-life/stereotypical idea of what life is supposed to be like if I have it? Of course, no man would choose broke over rich on the surface, but his inner-makeup defines what he REALLY chooses. For those of us who do have the millions at our disposal, we may wear every item of clothing on purpose, and like to present ourselves as spotless as possible to the world just like everyone else. There's no human who is living a fantasy-life/stereotypical idea of what life is supposed to be like without first his mind being changed to believe that it is indeed possible. Therefore, his new reality IS this "Fantasy", and nothing else is real to him.

So the real problem is not that a man is broke. It's that he must first be convinced that there is some actual reason for him to change all of what he does with his time, and all of his attitudes about life, and then become rich instead. The real problem is that he is not convinced that the fantasy is the reality. But of course, now I probably sound mad...