On my mission in the Philippines I would sometimes find people who were very poor (by worldly standards) who were envious of those people with more apparent wealth.  I had a small parable I invented that I would share with them:

There were once two neighbors, one wealthy and the other not.  The poor man would look up at the mansion of his neighbor and say: “Look at his wonderful house, his car, his nice clothes… I am a hard working man, why can’t I have a life like him?”  Meanwhile the rich man would look out his window to his neighbor’s house with its thatch roof and dirt floor and say: “Look at this, my neighbor who has nothing… and yet his wife loves him and he has children all around and they sing songs and play games and are happy.  I am a hard working man, why can’t I have a life like him?”

And then I would ask these families I was teaching:  “If God want’s to bless someone, what do you think He would consider to be the greater blessing:  Lots of money?  Or a loving family?”

They all agreed that family was the greater blessing.  And they were right.  It doesn’t take a lot of money to be rich.