Oh, I try my darnedest to live simply for all the good reasons there are out there for doing so. Sometimes it's super easy. I have no desire to buy shoes, make-up or new outfits. I don't want a new car, new appliances or to redecorate. I don't even care all that much that our house needs repainting or that our front steps need replacing or that paving the driveway would allow our kids to take bike-riding to a whole new level.
No, no. When I'm tempted by something, I'm tempted BIG. As in home-BIG. Not a different home, mind you. An additional home. A home nestled in a valley with the most amazing views, down a most amazing gravel road, with cows and horses near by, with roads for walking and trails for hiking. It would be a perfect home to retire to and rent out in the meantime and look at as an investment.
Who in the world am I and what has happened to Jane??!!
The fact that we cannot afford another house is way-way-way-way beside the point! We (in no way) need another house (obviously)!
So, not soon enough, I launch into the little lecture that I recite to myself. The one that's grounded in faith and the desire to be obedient and do what Christ would want me to do. The one that figures out how many Compassion kids could be sponsored for a year by this potentially insane and irresponsible purchase (over 500, by the way) and I slowly pull away from the sharp, yellow claws of greed and selfishness and shake my head clear.
Don't poo-poo this and tell me it's okay to dream. I wasn't dreaming. I was obsessed. Obsessing and dreaming can breed discontentment and envy. The world says it's okay to dream because when we dream, our focus is usually taken off you-know-Who.
I'm sharing this with you because I want you to know that even though I blog about living simply, I am not immune to all the bells and whistles of this world. Not in the least.
And so, I'm thankful. Not just for what I have, but for living most of my days knowing that what I have is more than enough and keeping myself from actually acting otherwise.