Have you ever noticed that some of the things we do to "simplify" our life are not, in actuality, very simple at all? Sometimes the very things we gravitate towards because they are from a simpler, gentler time are things that require more work, not less. Things like cooking for our families, hanging clothes outside to dry, knitting or sewing, the list could go on and on. So why is it then that is seems there is a resurgence of people from all walks of life wanting to get back to the basics of life?
I look around and can see that the very things that were supposed to give us so much convenience and more simplicity have simply dumbed down our very quality of life. A microwaved t.v. dinner may be quick and easy, but I think no one will argue that it is of better quality than a home cooked meal. It's so easy to run to the store for everything from linens to breadboxes...and now we all have homes filled with things that have no family history attached to them.
Sometimes I feel like it is so easy to fall into a trap of living a very superficial life - simply because the lifestyle in this day and time makes it so easy! It takes thought and time and patience to go the extra mile, to put homey touches on things, to make something with your own hands that you could just as easily purchase and have use of within the hour. And please know that I am preaching very intently at my own self here much more than others! I find myself so often at the end of the day questioning - "What memories did I create for my children today?" "Was the house in order in such a way that they will remember a clean and cozy home?" "Did my children see me in the Word today?" "Did I spend at least a few minutes working on something (needlework) that I can pass on to them?"
I so desire to do all these things and do them the right way. We only get one chance at this life - only one. And not one of us is getting any younger. Perhaps I feel such an urgency right now because my oldest is much closer to being grown and gone than she once was. I feel my years with my children dwindling before my eyes. Oh how I wish I had known in the first few years the things I know now! Every single day is so important! I cannot stress that enough.
These are the days we have been given. Let us live them well.