This summer has been all about trying to sell our house. But it's also been about staying simple and connecting as a family. There have been no camps, amusement parks, or organized activities scheduled. Perhaps one day, all of those things will be added into our summer break, but right now...in this season of our lives, it's about keeping together and keeping it simple.
We've sought to spend as much time together as possible, even though admittedly, I've had days when I would've been happy to send my boys far, far away! The most epic event of the summer was definitely our road trip to Florida, in which we experienced the hospitality of others, gathered around family tables, and explored a new coastline. It was a vacation filled with miles, sand, water, and hours and hours of talking with both one another and new friends. In some ways, it was the most extravagant trip we've ever taken, but in others, it was the most simple vacation ever.
There's something about the pressure of keeping the house perfect, that teaches you to appreciate all that flows naturally. It becomes a welcomed respite to not know what's next on the itinerary. It's enjoyable to simply make meals, messes, and prioritize relationships. You appreciate the living organism of FAMILY, and that real people make real messes. Because that's what home is -- real people, together.
Because there is a regular upkeep and awareness of disorder each day, our family ultimately has felt freed up to go on hikes, spend time running around town, go off shooting in the boonies, play LEGOs all afternoon, and help a friend build his house.
It has been a bit of a sweet lesson:
That discipline can make more time and the heart more free.
In the diligent practicing of tidiness and responsibility, we've actually felt less enslaved to our home than you'd think. The time spent daily in little acts of routine diligence has resulted in greater amounts of free time...time NOT cleaning. Go figure.
When this house is sold -- I pray, sooner, than later -- we won't be quite so neurotic or pressured to keep a picked up home.
But then, again, perhaps we will...
...simply for the joy of being free. Of not stressing out and pointing fingers. Of having the time to do nothing but enjoy each other. Of high-fiving each other for a job well done.
Because of grace,
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