It was August. I was rushing everywhere. Life had me on a merry-go-round — that is, the life I had chosen… In one of my reflective moments, God’s still, small voice spoke to my heart, “A simple life is a contented life.” It struck me.
A simple life is a contented life.
Most of us are rushing around, striving, struggling, doing, trying to prove… what? We are trying to prove that we aren’t our parents, that we are significant, that we are intelligent, that we are worthy, that we are pretty, that we are one of the best mommies out there, that we are the “all-American” family…
If we are honest, that’s what this is all about, most of the time. The problem is we are rarely really honest with ourselves nor do we take the time to ask those pointed questions. God will, if we will listen. The problem is we are too busy rushing to listen.
And God… He keeps speaking into our chaos and calling us to Himself. We don’t need to be more. We don’t need to prove.
We don’t need silly craziness that stresses us and makes us less able to be the spouse and parent we need to be. In addition to all that stress that makes us less gracious and patient, we then add shame because we should be able to do everything on our agenda and be super-mommy, super-nanny, super-chef, super-cleaner…
Right after God showed me that simple but profound truth, a simple life is a contented life, I was talking with a mom of quite a few kids. She was expressing that she was feeling that maybe she should do more outside of the home with her kids. I looked at that mom, and I saw a contented woman. She was peaceful, restful, and happy. Her kids were content and happy. I then told her what God had shown to me: “A simple life is a contented life.”
Those other voices, telling her to be more and to do more were trying to steal her joy and her peace. They were trying to tell her that being a good mother is equated to running like crazy.
This summer, I ran like crazy, I confess. I remember though saying, “I feel like I am doing more things for my kids than with my kids.” That’s the trap with this never-ending crazy cycle of busyness. What do your kids really want? For what are they going to remember you? For how you ran or for how you spent time with them?
The same is true with our possessions. More doesn’t equate to happiness. You can’t buy happiness. You just become a greater prisoner to the things you own. There are more things to replace, to repair, more debts to pay off, more financial strain which leads to relationship strain, more fears, and suddenly, a simpler life sounds more appealing.
Remember, a simple life is a contented life.
Perhaps, we need to make changes to the life we choose to live.