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A Remarkably Simple Life
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A Remarkably Simple Life.

"I mean to lead a simple life, to choose a simple shell I can carry easily--like a hermit crab."
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gifts from the Sea


A Monday Minute: 1 Thessalonians 4:10-12, "And in fact, you do love all of God’s family throughout Macedonia. Yet we urge you, brothers and sisters, to do so more and more, 11 and to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, 12 so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody."

Today's Minute Meditation: I will think about simplifying one area of my life.
Today's Minute POWER VIDEO: Greg McKeown speaks on "Essentialism."


My Remarkably Simple Husband
Yesterday, my husband and I went on our new- found, one-day getaway to Rodanthe, NC. After scouting out a secluded spot in which to hide for a few hours, we hit the jackpot. No other human being in sight for miles. After scurrying across the extremely hot sand (during which I may have forgotten the words of Ephesians 4:29), we staked our beach umbrella and set up our two chairs. AH! Let the negative ions flow.

For the next few hours, we walked and talked and listened to the silence, which was great. BUT, for me, the greatest joy came in watching my husband frolic in the foamy waves of the ocean he loves so dearly. He dove under and through them--like a child who didn't have a care in the world. I'm not sure who was smiling the biggest. All of a sudden I see his arm break through the waves--fist clenched. He begins motioning me to come. Oh dear Lord, can't a girl get some rest, I thought. Being the good little wife that I am (smile), I made my way through the waves and grabbed what was in his hand.

All I could say was, "Wow," and "Please forgive me, God," for not being free enough to frolic in the waves, too. Rob kept asking me "to come out and play," but I was too scared of those dang sharks that have been ravaging the Atlantic coastline this summer to let go...

Once again, my remarkably simple husband showed me that the simple things in life are really what makes life worth living.

I get so caught up in imaginable fears (even if they are somewhat respectable fears), "frittered" details of things that won't ever measure to a hill of beans, that I miss life. I don't want to keep missing life.

God help us to "unfritter" our lives.

How about you? Have you ever felt the way I felt yesterday? If so, take a Monday minute to ask God to help you "unfritter." Yep, "unfritter."


And feel free to share this with your friends and family. Maybe they need a little "unfrittering," too.

“Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify.”
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