|Christ Is Liberty|
I have been contemplating and thinking.
It is very dangerous when I do this sort or thing. Though I find it mostly healthy. I was thinking about how I can help my sister and her children.
I was look at where I am right now in my life. Looking at the reflection of who I am.
In the reflection
I see a glimpse of dreams
A shimmer or of hope
a desirous heart
I see a need to succeed
So what dreams do I have relating to being what my sister needs in her life. I want to find a way we can both live off of residual income. A way my nieces and nephew can strive for their goals without financial concerns.
I have a sincere hope that I reach my dream in this respect. I know it is possible. I am reading a book right now that gives me even more hope. Though it is not the best book on the subject so I am choosing not to share the title.
My desire is to do help my sister then to help others. My heart wants others to prosper and do well. I have no desire to be wealthy beyond my means. Honestly if I could make make a thousand or two thousand a week I could provide for myself and at least two other people. I can personally live on 12000 dollars a year if I had to provide for just myself. If I truly want to help my sister and her children out I need to make 52000 a year or approx 143 dollars a day. Double this would help me help others. So how can I make $300 profit a day? This is the question I am asking myself. I will put in the work necessary. Ideally I would love to come up with a way others can do the same.
Success to me is not being a millionaire but a provider for the youth of today. The youth are our future. I would love to be able start a scholarship fund for youth in need or single parent homes and/or children of wounded veterans.
I have no plan of action but I hope I follow through on trying to find ways of making residual income instead of linear income.
Thanks for reading.
Please continue praying for my sister and her children. Visitation is Friday and the funeral Saturday. It is going to be a very hard time. I have chosen to attend because I was asked to do so by one of my nieces. It is such a pleasure to part of these fine young women's lives they lost something important when their father died. Pray for me I really hate going to funerals.
With love, Ed