Reality Check
For the past few weeks I have been feeling convicted. Not just a nagging conviction, it’s really been relentless. Pile on persecution in the Middle East, broken peace treaties, thousands fleeing from Ukraine to the borders of Russia with a side of me complaining about having too much stuff, and you’ve got a picture of how I’ve been feeling for the past few months. Through all the house searching and buying, questions of how many bedrooms, bathrooms, porches, even number of kitchens has come up- I’ve considered becoming a minimalist, part of the tiny house movement, a renter, a house flipper, a model home buyer…who knows what all I’ve considered. Because I feel that something is wrong here, like life shouldn’t be all about me or my home.