I once read a testimony of a missionary family on a south Pacific island in difficult circumstances and with limited finances, plagued by discouragement and malcontent. Until the day their young son prayed over lunch.
Life can get pretty complicated, can’t it? So why add a messy house to the mix? That’s what I tell friends when they comment on how clean and tidy they
always usually find my house. “But how do you do it?” they wonder. ” By following my Golden Rule of simplifying,” I tell them.
We no longer travel a lot by train, as we once did. But it always takes me back to our early car-less years here. When my husband rode an old moped 12 miles (20 km) to work – rain, snow, or sunshine. Italy’s public transport enables car-free living in some areas. But no buses passed our cluster of houses near that village in Lombardy.
If you could leave but one thing behind you what would it be? Wealth and property? Family heirlooms? For me those don’t even enter the running. Not only because I have few such things to leave. But because I hope, above all, to leave a lasting legacy.
Our First World obsessions. How did we get them? Picture-perfect homes. With fine decor, and all artistically arranged. I can’t help but wonder: How did we get this way?
Before leaving for the mission field, we (obviously) had to pare our belongings down a great deal. But I brought along three things which I considered absolutely essential. A medical book and what I call my hard-times cook books.