MY poverty

Others have given, given, and given to me and still ends won't meet. My finances are stagnating, but I have comfort that it's temporary. But it's not so for others. I feel an urging in my spirit to give, to give not just from my financial poverty but from my wealth of spirit. To give out of the blessings I have been so fortunate to recieve. I save six dollars for to last the rest of this week, barely have enough bread for a sandwich. But I have the bread for a sandwich. I am abundantly wealthy in ways I don't know. Why don't I share my little bit with someone else, and in giving find that I am more wealthy than I know.