If you asked me if I was poor growing up, I’d probably have said yes. There was always food on the table and a roof over our heads, but things were “tight.” Uncomfortably so. There were no second glasses of milk and a ridiculous amount of generic boxed pasta. Our clothing budget was based upon gifts from relatives and the kindness of strangers. And our car frequently ran on fumes. I didn't get my license until out of college, because our cars could never pass the safety and emissions tests necessary to get my license.
In my early twenties, my church taught that it wasn't okay to say you were poor. Broke? Yes. But poor? No. Poor was a state of mind, and as Christians we should be “positive,” or something like that. Jesus wanted us to have life and have it more abundantly, which obviously meant financially, especially if you tithed. Poverty became something akin to sin.
I knew that when I had kids, I would do whatever I had to in order to shield them from the pain that I went through as a result of our financial difficulties.
Today I am guest posting at Love Is What You Do for the amazingly articulate and giving J.R. Goudeau. She's amazing. Follow her blog. Now.