I don’t like wearing socks in the house, and as a result, my toes are freezing. So in effort to warm them up, I lurked about the house to find a few of my favorite things…
First up: a candle holder minus the candle. I do have candles around this place, but I don’t like burning them. This sits atop our desk, and blends in well with the peachy colored wall. It’s gold and bronze, and I think it’s pretty.
This I bought I at Pier 1 using a Christmas gift card from my little sis. I was drawn to the Indiana Jones feel of the goblet. This item gives guests a sense of my personality, my idea of beauty.
This next item was a birthday gift from a friend. It reminds me of her rooted yet child-like faith, and how although we share the same beliefs, our paths have been much different, like the two gold rods running down the horizontal line.
I have a lot. I own a lot.
Our old farmhouse is filled with so much stuff.
I see these things as beautiful, yet, at times I want to yank them from their standing places and say here, take it all!
I have been reading a book titled Kisses from Katie, a story by a 19 year-old homecoming queen who leaves her comfortable birthplace and makes her true home in Uganda.
The last words I read before going to sleep were this:
I was like the Velveteen Rabbit. I was tattered and worn out. I’d been hurt and scarred and banged around a bit in the past year, but God was using all those things to help me become real. I was coming to understand that what it means to be real is to love and be loved until there is nothing left. And when there is nothing left, and we feel we’re all in pieces, God begins to make us whole. He makes us real.
I have never been to Uganda, or too far from South Dakota really. And even so, my soul understands. Maybe yours does, too?
And while her book inspires me to think and introspect more, she’s not telling me what my heart does not already know: The desire to live a life of purpose and free of material slavery is not only a faith cry; it crosses barriers and reaches to us all, if we choose to listen.
I’ve heard it said Thanksgiving, Christmas, this holiday season can be the most depressing for people and records of suicide go up. But… isn’t this a time of the year for joy and rejoicing?
The pressure to spend threatens our goal to live a debt-free life… and we are frustrated.
Explaining to little ones how fortunate we are, yet they cry for expensive electronics, the newest, the latest. That was my child cry, anyway.
Husbands coming in from a long day of work, only to find advertisements and commercials reminding them she will only be happy if you buy her this sparkly, overpriced jewelry.
I tell him I used to want that life. Now… all I want is to stay in love, to keep life simple always. To never stop kissing and playing and laughing.
Because kissing… laughing… his smile? Oh mercy. It is real, and I take it with me wherever I go.
These are truly a few of my favorite things.