A Little Help Here?

A few months ago, the master and I read Rich Dad, Poor Dad. I don't say this very often, but that book changed our lives. It basically took most of our beliefs about finances and turned them on their ear. [A few of the book's precepts are NOT Biblical. For instance, Rich Dad says that "it is not the love of money, but the lack of money, that is the root of all evil." Enh. Wrong. But as I've said before, keep what you can, and throw out the rest]. Since reading the book, we've been looking for ways to "grow or assets," and we've brought the kids right along with us on our new journey to entrepreneurship.
Last week, God blessed us with an unbelievable, once in a lifetime, nothing short of miraculous, deal. For the price of what two vending machines cost, we were able to purchase 13 machines (nice, new ones) in already established, prime locations! We're talking about W*lM*rts, DMV's, Post Offices, teacher lounges, etc. L*nce snacks (they make the peanut butter crackers) is phasing out their vending business and are basically giving away their machines. We jumped on it! There were some stressful days of trying to decide how many of the machines to buy, gathering the collateral, and worrying like crazy that somebody else was going beat us to the purchase, but by Thursday, the machines were ours!!
Thursday evening I called the kids to the kitchen just before supper. I told them that they had a choice for dinner. They could have black bean pie (it really is a super scrumptious dish--it just sounds yucky), or they could choose to sit at the table with the rest of the family and sip their milk. Lest you contact CPS: I'd cut them all generous bars of cheerio treats in the late afternoon, knowing that some would choose not to eat. They weren't going to starve. Also I knew that Marina--who has true food scarcity issues--would gratefully wolf her black bean pie down and ask for seconds. I planned it as a sort of reality check for the kids. With these frozen meals, I'd let them slide into a bad habit of requesting what they wanted for dinner. It wasn't that much more trouble to heat up two entrees as it was for one, and they were all starting to feel pretty entitled to dinner menu options. Time to nip it in the bud.
Abby replied rather haughtily that she did NOT like black bean pie and she would NOT eat it, but she was much more subdued when she was called to the table a few minutes later only to find the promised solitary glass of milk at her place. It was a, "guess she really means it" moment, and her eyes filled up with tears. The master being absent from our dinner circle, I called on the drama queen to ask the blessing for the meal.

"Dear Lord, thank you for this.....[significant pause]

food.

And please Lord, let us get those machines soon....

'Cause I don't know how much longer we can hold out!"

Amen.