A couple of weeks ago we stopped at one of the local cider mills after my physical therapy appointment. As we pulled in, I noticed a large group of children playing and instinctively knew they were homeschoolers based on the ages, time of day, etc. I looked over at the moms and knew I was correct. They were all wearing dresses or skirts, the vast majority of which were long and many of which were denim.
While the children looked like they were having a ball chasing each other around, the mothers did not. They were all standing with their personal space around them, arms folded and primarily emotionless faces. One mom did make a brief comment to another, they laughed, and that was it. At one point there was an accidental collision of two boys and the respective moms came over to make sure everything was ok. Then they separated and went back to where they were standing individually.
I had two thoughts when we first saw them. The first was that they would look down on us for what we were wearing. I had on khaki pants, a white t-shirt and a denim jacket. (One doesn’t wear a skirt to physical therapy.) Caroline had on a bright printed top and leggings. We did not “fit in” and even though I am very sympathetic to and interested in homeschooling myself, I’m not sure we would have been welcomed over there with them. In fairness to them, maybe we would have. But I wasn’t willing to try it and find out.
The other thought was “Lord, I can’t do that.” And by “that” I don’t mean the homeschooling. I mean the “living by the rules and dressing the right way to be accepted” that. It was interesting to me that this was the first thing that entered my mind upon seeing the group. But it is the truth. I have scads of dresses and skirts and wear them all the time. But I wear them because it is just my own preference and style. To have to wear them to be accepted and fit in? No way.
At the heart of simple living for a Christian is this: knowing who God created you to be and walking in that unique path He has chosen for you. Because of this truth, no two Christians who walk “simply” will walk the same. God has different things to accomplish in our lives and through our lives so it stands to reason that our lives simply cannot all look the same.
Perhaps those women have joyful relationships with Christ. Maybe they were all nervous because it was the first time they got together. Maybe they wear pants when they are at home but have an agreement to wear dresses and skirts in public for their meetings. I don’t know. But the lack of joy on their faces and the lack of visible camaraderie did not make me long to join their group. Instead, it made me more certain of my conviction to hang on to my freedom in Christ and seek out others who will help me walk joyfully in the simple path the Lord has for me.

















