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Nurturing Simplicity


Just to be clear, I'm not nurturing simple thinking or being a simpleton.

I want to nurture simplicity and simple being.

My husband preached this Sunday the last sermon in his series on the Lord's prayer.  It was profound and simple in only the way He can make it.  He spoke of the "passion for complexity and tolerance of ambiguity" our culture embraces.  He spoke of the mindlessness doing things for the sake of doing them and our seeming desire to complicate every aspect of our lives.

Hoops, programs, policies, committees, measuring for measuring's sake and complicating our lives in the name of progressiveness.

The New Testament was written in the everyday language of the time.  "Just above grunts and giggles," he stated.  I believe God wanted His Word and His way simple.  He wanted to be available to every single person.

So simple a caveman could do it.  O.k. so I'm not good at jokes.

There is a little truth to it.

I am committed to focus on nurturing simplicity in the following ways:
1.  I Read & Reflect on His Word DAILY.  Make it non-negotiable.  
Not a goal or a to do.  Set aside books of opinions about His Word until I've read HIS WORD.

2.  Journal.  Write out simple conversations with God.  
Reflecting and listening.  Being still and quiet.

3.  Schedule.  Mindful scheduling.  Thinking about what and why it needs scheduled.
  I'm only putting the important on the schedule.  
Questions I'm asking include; How can I arrange my life to be available to those around me?  
How can I reduce quilt, clutter and compulsion within my schedule?  
Don't make appointments I cannot keep.

4.  Eating.  Eating the way I was raised.  Homegrown and simple. 
 My family will cheer as I've always complicated things. 
 "Let's see how much we can put in."

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