On a Sunday drive last fall my husband and I spied this beautiful car. If there was one blemish on it anywhere, I didn't find it. Someone had spent massive amounts of time and energy and probably money in the restoration and cleanup of this car.
As I was pondering the assignment for this week, I couldn't help but compare my heart, my spirit, my soul, with the chassis of this classic car. Why do I sometimes spend large amounts of time and money on what does not truly satisfy and let the infrastructure of my salvation deteriorate, rust, and corrode?
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