When I was a camp counselor we had 50's night. We played various 50's themed games, one of which was stuff the Pinto. Ok, I know there wasn't Pinto's in the 50s, but it was the smallest car at camp. It was also my car.
I like my Mini much better than my Pinto. Maybe I just feel cooler driving it.
I miss being able to put all my stuff into the Pinto. I loaded that thing up, and off to school or camp I went. Everything fit. No one could ride with me, but I could still see out.
There is no way I could fit all my stuff into the Mini. Even if you disregard all the furniture.
I'm finding it difficult to figure out what to let go of.
Am I the rich man who wasn't willing to sell all his stuff and follow Jesus?
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