I’m A Child of the King
My Father is rich in houses and lands. He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands! The words to this old hymn bring bittersweet memories. There was a season when this song triggered thoughts of both my Heavenly Father and my Daddy. He was born into poverty in Oxford, Pennsylvania in 1931. The fifth of thirteen children! Could you imagine??? And nine of them were boys. I heard many stories of their fighting and mischief- from stealing each other's clothes to stealing someone's car. At one point my Grandmother tied at least two of them to a tree for some peace and quiet. As a Mother of just four boys with the same DNA, I can totally imagine! Like many before my Dad, a childhood of poverty created a lifetime of motivation to be financially successful. "Everything I touch turns to gold" he once said. It was true. He knew very well how to generate passive income for himself AND he knew how to be frugal with it. That combination generated more wealth than he ever thought possible. He was rich with many rental properties- houses that normal people would burn to the…