This morning at the gym, I parked my gravel-dusty 2000 Mercury Mystique in between a sparkly newer model BMW and a shiny new Lexus. I noticed, but that was the extent of it.
I am so thankful that the total cost of all of our vehicles, including the ’98 camper–which is pure luxury to us– is less than that Lexus. I am so thankful that we put our emphasis on what is in our hearts, not what is under our bums when we are driving down the road. I am so thankful that we focus on seeing each other, not through a pricey windshield. I am so thankful we concentrate on reusing, remaking, saving, making do, instead of making a car payment.