Craving Less

It may sound like an oxymoron. Maybe it is an oxymoron by literary standards. But it’s a feeling that’s been stirring inside me for quite some time now.

A craving for less. A fierce craving for LESS.

Every time I do the laundry and see the sheer amount of clothing my children have…I crave less. Every time I reorganize the downstairs coat closet for the millionth time…I crave less. Every time I look into my full closet and feel like I still somehow have nothing to wear…I crave less. Every time bang my shin on something in the garage or basement taking up space and collecting dust…I crave less.

This may sound like a lack of gratefulness for the things I have. The very things that I know are considered to be a blessing by many. Abundance. It’s the “American Dream” right?

Or is it?

You see, all of our “stuff,” our possessions, our material blessings…they have been feeling like a burden to me lately. They take up a ton of my time. Time that I’d rather spend on my children, my husband, or the ministry God has placed in our stewardship.

The last few months I have taken a step back and really asked myself if my “stuff” is enhancing the life God has given me or downright distracting me from it.

Big changes are coming down the pike for us. Here’s to coming along for the journey!