For their holidays: the rich go see the world; the poor go see their parents.

For their holidays: the rich’s kids travel the world; the poor’s kids roam around their grandparents’ yard.

Poor people do not go on holiday; they go home.

I know the moment you died,Jesus’ face was smiling on you,Welcoming you into His glorious city of gold. I know you are enjoying the incredible light and peace of His presence right now