I’ve discovered the secret to living simply. It is this:
Put your hands over your ears. Close your eyes. Now loudly say, “La la la la la. I’m not listening to you!”
I’m serious. Sort of.
The number one key to living simply is to simply listen to God and stop listening so intently to everyone else around you.
God Knows You Best
No one knows your life like God. No one knows you and your family and your unique life circumstances like God. No one cares about you like God. No one died for you except God in the person of His beloved Son, Jesus Christ.
We greatly complicate our lives because we listen to too many people. We put too much stock into the experiences and convictions of others. We care too much what people think of us. We read too many how-to books and blogs and magazines. We too easily adapt to the expectations of others rather than making the hard choice to say no, stick to our guns, and do what we know is right for God’s calling on our individual lives.
Need a bigger list than what I’ve given you here? Read A Christian Mother’s Version of Perfect Madness. Here is a little preview:
I wonder how a Christian author would summarize the “Mess” Christian Moms have gotten themselves into? How do they deal with the pressure to be Martha Stewart and to homeschool their kids to love “Pilgrim’s Progress” and quote more chapters of the Bible than the 10 P’s in a Pod family? How do they scrapbook their child’s every waking moment, journal their faith and keep faithful to their attention to both their prayer request list and their 18 different to-do lists? And what if they can’t maintain their weight thru obedience to “full” and “empty” as God ordained?
What if you can’t abide Beth Moore of if Ann Graham Lotz gives you the creeps? How are you to cope? What if “Bible Study Fellowship” is about as relaxing as a pelvic exam and you dread it with the same anxiety you used to have for calculus but have to go because you got a slot and are the envy of the waiting list?? What if you can’t think up a way to make a cactus out of a milk jug for the VBS Corral? How will people respond to you if you take yet another carton of deli potato salad to the pitch in? Or worse—call and have a pizza deliver [and use a credit card to pay for it.]