My girls have been fascinated with watching “Little House on the Prairie” episodes lately. Gabi thinks she’s Mary and Sarah is Laura. They call James “Pa” and me “Ma.” Yesterday Gabi even told James that his middle name is Charles Ingalls. 🙂 Sooo precious. At dinner last night, Gabi asked, “How many old is Mary?” I said, “Probably about 11.” She said, “Well, this Mary is 11, too.” (referring to herself) In fact, they love it so much that my mom bought them Season 2 on DVD yesterday. (Less than $15 at Wal-Mart- a bargain, for sure.) When I told Gabi that Lollie was bringing her 6 new Laura’s, she said, “OH! She’s a good girl!” Anyhow, watching all these episodes with them have made me long for a simpler time. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely appreciate modern conveniences such as running water, electricity, and indoor plumbing. I can’t imagine having to wash clothes by hand, hitch up a buggy to go somewhere, or make all our food from scratch. I guess I just wish there was a happy medium. I mean, why does it have to be that, with modern conveniences, comes busyness? Why can’t we live in small houses that are “just enough,” eat food that is homegrown and healthy (that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg at the store because it’s labeled “organic”) and observe Sunday as a true day of rest, instead of a day spent rushing from home to church and back again, only to hurry through lunch, get the kids down for nap, and begin getting ready for the week ahead? What if TV wasn’t an option to distract us from our families and unhealthy, processed food wasn’t there to tempt us into obesity? I realize, as I type this, that we will never truly be able to go back to the way it was. However, I wonder what I might do different as a wife and mother to make life less complicated for my family. As we get ready to make a big move this summer, I have to admit that I’m sad at the thought of leaving our wonderful home with hardwood floors, a playroom, and a huge kitchen and dining room. It makes me nervous to think about living in a tiny apartment with all of these little people around my feet. I’m trying to look at is as a blessing, though. As we go through our “stuff” and try to separate what we need from what is unnecessary, I hope that our life will get a little simpler, even as it gets busier with James in school and working full-time. And, though I’m frightened at the thought of being a minister or missionary’s wife for many reasons, I wonder if it might bring some simplicity into our lives, too. It depends very much on what the Lord calls James to do. I do know that the missionaries I worked with in Romania were a couple with 2 small children that spent almost every day serving the Lord together. Do I dare hope for something similar for us? Might the Lord call James to something that would not only minister to others, but to his family as well? I don’t know; I’m just wondering, and hoping. Have any of you had thoughts that were similar? Have you found ways to simplify life for your family? I’m afraid to tell you that this is probably not the last you will hear from me on this subject because it’s one that is constantly bubbling around in my mind. But, for now, have a wonderful, peaceful day with your families. Love you all!
Simpler Times… February 4, 2010