My Dad Is Just Really Rich

I have never met any one like him.

Ever.

We didn't really hang out all that much.

Truthfully, I am not sure I really liked him.

My first take away from this guy was, he is a little too stuck on himself.

Insert Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" playing in the back ground when he walked the room.

We hang out in the same circles.

Not on purpose.

Only on a few occasion did I really ever say more than a hand full of words to him.

I mostly listened to the stories he told.

I am not sure that after listening to his stories that I didn't have to admit I had become a bit jealous.

He had the opportunity to do some really awesome things in life.

It was as if he had a sign around his neck that said:

I have a really good life, with really good stuff, full of really awesome experiences and people.

To which he would explain, he had these chances in life because his dad was really rich.

Yes, that is exactly what he would say, "yeah, my dad is just really rich".

Who says that?

I once heard someone say to him, "you take really good pictures".

To which he said, No, I just have a really expensive camera.

Oh right, we know, your dad is really rich.

How can that not make you not want to kick someone.

Really, just punch them.

But after more listening and more stories, I am not sure he was being ugly, rude or all that vain.

He was just stating a fact.

Don't get me wrong, the fact that he sang Puff the Magic Dragon while driving, only wore swimming trunks and flip flops added to the wonder of it all.

He had this crazy confidence.

No, wasn't really a word in his vocabulary.

No didn't seem to exist and money wasn't an obstacle.

He did and experienced everything single thing he wanted.

I say all of this because I think I learned something from him.

Simply, it is how I should look at life.

Now I know the Lord says, he owns the cattle on a thousand hills.

He also give us good gifts.

But do you ever say, I have a really good life, with really good stuff, full of really awesome experiences and people because my dad is really rich.

Isn't this the same kind of Father?

Like isn't this the God that says you are my temple and I dwell in you.

Me, the creator of the universe, I choose you.

So, why? 

Why are you not doing what you love?

Don't kick me.

Like I wanted to do with the guy with the really rich dad.

Just ask yourself.

What if I dare to think of my life in these terms.

There nothing I can't do and no weapon formed against me.

Because, well, my dad is rich.

We are not in the same circles any longer.

His dad is, I am guessing still really rich, so is mine.

I have a really good life, with really good stuff, full of really awesome experiences and people.