Some time ago, I made my weekly escape to Panera Bread to participate in an online parenting class called “Raising Kids to Do Hard Things.” I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect but I definitely wasn’t prepared for Greg Harris’ introduction.
Rest doesn’t come easy for me. The idea of rest is simple, but carrying it out is just plain hard. I am not a natural rester. In fact, when my parents were here for a two week visit, my dad said the one thing he noticed about me was that I hardly ever stopped moving. Why is it that some of us find rest so difficult?
I prayed, “Lord, please save my marriage,” and I believed He would. It was just a few months after we adopted our youngest child. Surely He wouldn’t have allowed us to adopt this baby just to watch our marriage burn to the ground. What would that do to the name of Christ? What would that do to our kids? It just didn’t make sense.
As I have delved a bit deeper into this idea of minimalism I have discovered that to some extent minimalism is for each and every one of us. Young and old. Rich and poor. Bicyclists and bankers. Piano teachers and plumbers. 🙂 Let me explain why.
This is not a very insightful post. No sir-ee. This topic has been made plain and clear in the Scripture right there in front of me, but sometimes I am prone to miss the obvious.
January 1st came and went before I could say, “Happy New Year!” Still coming out of the hustle and bustle of another Christmas, colds settled in and the first of January came and went. Now, if you are a traditionalist like myself, that would be a bit of an irritation. “Rats! I missed it! What about my New Year’s Resolutions?” I mean who makes New Year’s resolutions AFTER January first?! But somehow I surprised myself and didn’t have the breakdown I expected.
Living on less. Ahhh, doesn’t that sound lovely? I think it does and this week I’m going to share with you why it sounds so lovely and how I came to this place of longing for less.