On some real:
I love practicing minimalism! A complete 180 from the materialistic start of my college career. Remember all those strapless sin suits I trashed/donated? They were 100% funded by poor decision-making. Now I’m going in the opposite direction: actively accumulating less. That’s the basic concept of minimalism.
So with the definition of actively accumulating less, minimalism can be applied in all areas of life. But for me, it started in the home because I felt smothered by all the “stuff” we had acquired. Impulsive purchases, useless trinkets, sentimental guilt trash (the stuff we would throw away if we didn’t feel sentimental guilt about doing so.)
I raided the house looking for any excuse to remove something from my home. It was an extensive process and took some time. But every discarded/donated item was like a weight lifting off me. Big items. Small items. Being able to rationalize why I didn’t need an item instead of rationalizing why I did, gave me freedom I never experienced before.
Recently, I’ve started reciting and praying portions of the Bible. I believe the universe God created responds well to His Word- which holds power. For 2018, I pray Ephesians 3:14 – 19 for all those in Christ’s family:
I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of His glorious riches He may strengthen you with power through His Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have the power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
In Jesus’ holy name I pray,
This is going to be the year for Christ’s people.
Have faith and watch what He does 🙂
Recently I was confronted with the realization I am prejudiced against a certain class of individuals. Am I proud of it? No.
But the holiday season really pushes my fear front and center. It seems like everyone and their Momma is out shopping. That means more populated stores.
I’ll be in Publix minding my own business. Trying to decide what sushi plate to buy. Then there they are. You can tell the worst ones by their hair and kids.
I never judge a book by its cover.
Unless the book has a bob hairstyle, a kid on the dance team, just got back from a PTA meeting, and almost runs me over with their buggy.
People who walk in the store like they own the place. Completely cold to the welfare of others. With a frigid look that just yells, “I will choke you to death right here in this Publix if you come between me and my son’s peanut-free peanut butter.”
Or they give you an empty, dead inside glance as they buy cosmetics for a daughter that is one house party away from being on Teen Mom.