scott stonehouse

Who is the richest man you know? It might be me, if you know me.

I can have bad days. I can get discouraged and frustrated. I can look around and see all the craziness and evil in the world and get overwhelmed like anyone else. But most of the time? Most of the time I am pretty stinkin’ happy because most of the time I recognize how incredibly, unbelievably, undeservedly rich I am.

There is a song by Ben Rector that sums it up perfectly for me. The title is “The Richest Man in the World” and the lyrics to the chorus are:

Here lies the richest man in the world
Father to a baby girl
And two boys that I know love me
Famous to a few good friends
And right beside me to the end
Is my wife who is so lovely
And I don’t know who could ask for anymore
The richest man in the world

That’s me. I really feel like I am the richest man in the world. The most fortunate. The most blessed. Seriously. I do.

I believe there are men who are powerful or wealthy or famous who would trade places with me in a heartbeat if they knew me and if they could. All their power, money, and fame have not brought them the joy, happiness, or fulfillment they thought it would.

In all of the important things, the things that matter most, I am wealthy.

I am thankful. I try really hard not to take any of these things for granted.

I want to work hard to achieve the dreams and goals I have. There are things I want to accomplish. Places I want to go. Even things I would like to have. But I remind myself regularly that all of these other things are extra, almost frivolous. I already have the most important things. I am already wealthy.

I am working from a place of amazing abundance, not scarcity.

I am the richest man in the world.