I Can't Even Think of a Witty Title

I feel a pull to simplify. I can't explain it much more than that.

What do you have that you can live without? What do you have that you can't?


Let's think about what we can't live without. Jesus, grace, water, air, food. Anything else? Nope.


What? There's lots of things I don't want to live without. My husband, my children, books, my matching $0.99 thrift store buffet lamps, chai tea lattes...


Do I love them and/or have a great infatuation with them? Yes. Can I live without them? I don't want to but yes, I could.


In Beth Moore's study of Esther she posed this question to us:

"If _____________, then _________________"



You fill in your own blanks. If (my husband died), then ____________. If (my children died), then ________________. If (my house caught fire), then ______________. If (I quit/lost my job), then_____________. Then what?



Then God.



That's it. That's the answer. The only answer. Then God.

Then God will still be on the throne and Jesus Christ will still be King of Kings and Lord of Lords.



What if we moved to a smaller house? What if we moved somewhere that wasn't a house at all? What if we were homeless?



I look around my house and I think "Do I need that?" Not "does that make my life significantly easier and more comfortable?" but "do I need that?" For most of it the answer is no. And it's getting kind of scary the things I'm willing to part with.



I feel like I'm turning into a real cynic. Are you getting sick of this yet? Is this blog becoming a drag to read? When you need a downer do you come to read up on Towngirl?



If so, then do NOT read Under the Overpass, The Hole in Our Gospel, or Same Kind of Different as Me. Especially not those. The Hole in Our Gospel is currently a $5 special at Family Christian bookstores. Buy one for every person you know.