In the years leading up to my 16th birthday, I thought there was something magical about small used car lots, the shady kind where sales guys wore checked blazers and had pencil-thin mustaches.
My first car, a 1979 Chevy Malibu. How I loved you.
I believed that this - THIS - was a place where all my dreams could come true.
So many memories...like the time that we almost didn't make it to the top of the Dames Point Bridge.
In the end, I didn't end up buying my first car from one of those lots, probably to my benefit. But it didn't change my burning desire to spend some time looking at the cars there.
Or repairing the starter every few months.
I do not burn with desire to see a used car lot anymore.
I like to think that I've grown up a little bit. After all, that was half a lifetime ago. I've moved on.
I will never forget you, '79.
To Home Depot.
These days, based on the way I've been behaving lately, you'd think Home Depot is the center of all things magical in my world.
(Oh, those wood floors! Ah - the appliances, stainless steel! Look! Tile backsplash! Countertops! Faucets! Fixtures - oh my!)
It's frustrating. Why can't I move past this disease of wanting things? It's like digging a hole at the beach. You remove some wet sand only to have your hole fill with more wet sand. You won't ever have an empty hole. It will always fill with something.
So I guess the question isn't, "Why can't I move past this disease of wanting things?" I know the answer to that question. It's because I'm human. We all want things. If it wasn't a widespread disease, there wouldn't be so many expressions to describe it, like "keeping up with the Joneses."
No. I think the question should be, "What am I going to let my hole fill up with?" Because it will always fill with something. I can be passive and sort of helplessly watch it fill with wet sand.
Or I could put something else there instead.
A devout life does bring wealth, but it's the rich simplicity of being yourself before God. Since we entered the world penniless and we will leave it penniless, if we have bread on the table and shoes on our feet, that's enough.
1 Timothy 6:6-8
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