We aren’t fancy enough to own a garage. Midtown is full of older homes with either converted garages, or houses that just simply never had a garage. Ours is the former.
Yep. Toilet, shower, awesome paneling and fake brick linoleum flooring. (Mind you, we had already removed the wooden swedish sauna.)
Meaning, no protection from snow, falling debris, rain…
This morning, about 5 am, I heard the faint sound of ice pinging off the back porch’s metal awning.
(Thankfully, Biceps and I don’t put much stock in fancy possessions-we want to be debt free rather than own an impressive vehicle.)
But, our slightly dinged, slightly used, 15 passenger van is still a possession that I worked hard for and paid for with real, green cash.
It made me think if I was storing up treasures here on earth or focusing on the treasures in heaven? After all, I can’t take my possessions with me.
The only thing that I will leave this earth with is what I did while I was here. I hope what I do today for others creates a treasure for me in heaven.
Now, that’s something fancy to possess.