(Can I get an amen?)
Minimalism. Being free of all the stuff, the clutter and attachment to things. That's the current project for us. God is telling us to be ready to go, whether that ends up being across town or across the world, and to not be tied down by our possessions.
Because of all this, I'm reading a lot about minimalism. This article really spoke to me; it's about identifying our "fantasy self" and getting rid of the things we've collected for who we thought we should be rather than for who we are. Some people's fantasy selves are fashionistas even though they'd rather wear sweats, etc. etc.
Lately I've been starting to recognize my fantasy self and to start turning into myself, not who I think I should be.
My real self never paints her nails (I didn't even do them for my own wedding), has maybe two pieces of jewelry she wears, rocks a coat of mascara and no other makeup, and owns maybe three pairs of shoes and one purse.
...why do I still own nail polish, a bunch of pairs of high heels, and a pouch full of different eyeliners?
My real self doesn't cook with recipes. Ever. And it works out great. Why do I have a shelf of cookbooks and a Pinterest board full of inspiration?
I'm a knitter, not a seamstress. Once my small wall-hanging quilt is done, it will be just cloth napkins and yarn from here on out.
My real self doesn't like flowers. Or football. Or "Christian" music (not to be confused with worship music!). Or...secular music, for that matter.
I am obsessed with the color turquoise, cute sweaters, sugary deliciousnesses and 1940s music. Simple cooking, non-stop knitting, and singing my heart out are some of my favorite things.
(I haven't stopped singing since!)
I don't believe in safe. I believe in the full glory of following God.
How can I live with reckless abandon if I'm trying to please others?
Just some thoughts for the afternoon. I'm off to my old bedroom at my mother's house to throw some heels and makeup into a donation bag.