About two months ago I visited Laura at her parents' place in the Shenandoah Valley. Her grandparents live within walking distance. On the way back from a walk to the bridge, Laura's grandfather drove by and stopped to say hi. I said to him, "nice truck!" His reply changed my perspective: "it's just a truck."
It's just a truck. Do I ever say that regarding any of my possessions? It's just a car. It's just a laptop. It's just a ... everything I have. I worry too much about material stuff. One day, hopefully not soon, the things I have I will have no more.
If you ever need a good kick in the face, go to the Dominican Republic, or another place with a significant poor population. Look at the smiles on the faces of children who have so little. If you are lucky, you can spot them dancing in the streets, or singing songs together with friends.
A cool verse: "give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread" (Prov. 30:8). What a bold prayer. Do I have the guts to pray that? If so, then a lot of things I have or want goes out the door. Can I give up those things?
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