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Last spring, as I've said before on the blog, I started stepping down from things. To the point now that the only requirements I have are my family, home and a book and movie club that Hannah and I host. No committee meetings, no outsourced Bible studies, no speaking engagements, no wild trips to South Africa. Just me, my family, and our home.
For awhile, I was waiting to see what God was going to put in that big fat hole that He created. I was looking for some kind of greatness to take over, you know something amazing!



I was ready for it. I kept my eye out looking for what it might be, searching for possibilities in others' needs. Wondering what was next. And then I remembered that what I have is just enough. I don't need any thing amazing to be added to my life, because what I have is AMAZING already. I don't need to be anything more than I already am, because what I am is enough.
I find that I'm enjoying what's already a part of my life even more that there is less to do. I'm spending more time surfing Facebook, yes, but I'm also baking more pies, writing more letters, taking more walks. Life is good.
It's rare to find a woman that's committed to the life of homemaker. Even rarer still to find one that's not secretly bitter about the fact that that's their life. But I want to find joy in this place and time. I want to enjoy my family and my home. I want to do the best I can to care for them and to be a part of their days.
Last year, life was so full with things outside of those two categories, that I drifted away, mainly because I had to in order to fulfill my obligations, that I willingly took on. I missed out on things, and I've been enjoying not having to do that today.
I don't know what tomorrow may have in it, maybe something more will show up. But today is enough, I'm glad to be here with this family living a simple life, getting my hands involved in the work that is building our family and home.

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