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What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me

October 26, 2017 · In: family, homesteading, personal journey

What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me
What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me
What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me
What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me
What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me
What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me
What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me
What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me
What Living A Simple Life Has Taught me

I get to wake up to a rooster crowing every single morning. How amazing is that? Not many people are rewarded that luxury in life. Some would argue that it’s even a luxury at all. But there are many areas and places that don’t even allow backyard chickens anymore. I’m thankful for my rooster, even when he’s crowing at 4 a.m.  

I get to wake up and make lunch for my husband, even when I don’t feel like getting up early. I get to send him off to work knowing he’ll have food to eat if he gets stuck on a job site.

I make breakfast for my son, get a little work done, clean my home (though I so lack at this), make a hearty farm fresh dinner in the Summertime, and say prayers at night.  

I know how to crochet, bake bread, cook from scratch, start a fire in the woodstove, cook over wood heat, put up a chicken run, butcher livestock, plant and preserve a garden, make herbal remedies, and take time to enjoy the good Lord in the quiet moments…coffee not optional.  

The simple life. It’s not always so simple, but my goodness, does it teach us things beyond skill-sets and how to cook.

It teaches us lifetime character traits and to leave nonsense behind. Here’s what living a simple life has taught me, and is still teaching me.  

I grew up around my grandparent’s farm. My childhood home, past a certain age, was surrounded by farmland on all sides….literally.

Our little white stucco house was literally in the middle of massive fields, sometimes completely surrounded by corn every way you looked, and I didn’t mind it one bit. I never once felt like I lacked anything in life, or as if I were left out of some social popularity group of people.

My first job was in a Mennonite specialty store and bakery. I learned how to bake bread, pies, make delicious sandwiches and dinners. But I had no interest, when it came right down to it. Looking back now, I wish I would’ve paid more attention.

When I got married and moved away, I didn’t move very far from home. But in that moment, I didn’t have any intention of having a mini-farm either. The farm life was instilled in me, but it hadn’t quite grown into itself yet.

I was growing each and everyday in the newspaper and magazine industry, eventually having a demanding job as a General Manager of a regional magazine. Talk about not living simply…

When we bought our own home in 2008—a little half-acre plot with a T-11 sided house in the middle of a wooded subdivision—we had no intention of living a healthier lifestyle. But that’s where it all began. Moving out into the countryside stirs something up inside of you.

But the chaos of work (and sometimes no work) came…a baby came…and life got busy. And a busy life that we weren’t enjoying very much.

I wanted to sit in the middle of a wide open space surrounded by corn again, and look up at the clouds. My goodness, how long had it been since I watched the clouds pass by? I wanted a good home cooked meal, not something I bought with coupons because it was on sale that week.

I quickly realized that we had been sucked into a new life that praised the ability to save money by eating unhealthy, and lost the reality of where our food actually came from.

We had lost the ability to enjoy life because we were so busy trying to create a life. We had lost the joy of family, friends, and the simplicity of everyday living.

With car payments, a mortgage payment, credit card bills….this wasn’t a life we had created…it was a prison.

So we stopped.

We stopped the chaos.

We stopped contributing to the new food concept that processed food is better because it’s cheaper.

We paid off our cars whatever way we could (including selling), got rid of most of our debt, and got out of our prison we had created.

And day by day we tried something new.

A new home cooked meal. I taught myself how to cook efficiently, healthy, and deliciously, once again. I became a better homemaker, mother, and wife, because my priorities shifted from running a successful career and business, to putting my family’s needs first. And I became a healthier person, both physically, emotionally, and mentally.

I became more kind…more understanding…more loving.

So what has simple living taught me?

Well, it taught me that simple living isn’t simple at all. But it is one of the most rewarding lifestyles one could ever commit to.

Instead of rushing through the day all-day-everyday, some days I sit back and look at my son and say, “we’ll never get this day back, let’s go to the creek and waste some time.”

Instead of ignoring my family, living a simple life has taught me to put the cellphone down more often, especially at the dinner table, and enjoy the laughs and smiles of the people sitting right beside me. And sometimes, we even have productive conversations.

Instead of being a consumer, we’ve become producers. Producing our own food, our own medicine, our own happiness.

Instead of filling time with tv and internet, I fill my nails with dirt from the garden beds.

Instead of never looking up at the clouds, now, I get to look up at the clouds every single time I go outside to feed our farm animals, to butcher a chicken, or tend to our garden.

Instead of being angry an anxious all of the time, I’ve learned to choose grace and happiness, because in a lifestyle like this, you have to give yourself a whole lot of grace, and choose happiness constantly. It’s not easy when you lose a beloved farm animal, or a crop, or an entire shelf of canned goods.

Instead of wasting time on useless conversations or constant gossip, I long for in-depth connections with others. I want to talk to you about your health, your passions, the things that make you you. I want to converse about life—raw, real life. No filler. No filter. Just real talk. Because I have zero time to entertain the rest.

Living a simple life has taught me how to love unconditionally, to live more intently, and to be a better person than I was the day before.

Living a simple life has taught me that I have no time for drama, self-doubt, conflict, useless opinions, popularity, hate, or time fillers…because my friend, living a simple life isn’t simple at all.

There are chickens to be fed, animals to be processed, vegetables and meat to be canned, herbs to dry and turn into medicine, a child and husband to feed three times a day, a house to clean, a dog to love on, friends to help, a garden to tend to, and babies to love on.

And at the end of the day, when I’ve washed off all the dirt and grime of the day, living a simple life has taught me that I never have, and never will, experience a more satisfying life than this….

The simple life….
xoxo

By: Amy K. Fewell · In: family, homesteading, personal journey · Tagged: devotional, simple living

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  1. Alex Knight says

    May 8, 2019 at 8:25 am

    most of the time we start working without thinking too much but later in life we regret after wasting too much of our time doing the wrong things. You did well though in life. Keep up the good spirit up in life.

  2. Jericho says

    June 7, 2019 at 10:40 am

    I just balled my eyes out after finishing this article. Thank you so much. xxxxx

  3. Joni says

    May 29, 2020 at 3:50 pm

    Appreciate this post. This resonates with where I am right now.

  4. Beth Whitney says

    August 27, 2020 at 4:35 pm

    This is very well written. Grateful for it.

  5. Melanie says

    March 31, 2021 at 4:33 pm

    Thank you for putting into words exactly what my soul has been feeling for years now. I can not wait to make my transition to a much simpler life.

  6. Cassie says

    May 2, 2021 at 5:16 am

    This post was a turning point in my life… made me rethink my priorities after a lot had been going on. I have been thinking about it for about three months now, ever since I first saw it. I just could NOT find your blog again! Many Google searches later, I decided to skim through my extensive internet history to find it. I am so glad I did. Wonderful writing, what an inspiration. I am still young (19 y/o) but I hope to be like you one day. Thank you.

  7. Berta says

    June 3, 2021 at 12:05 pm

    Must be nice to be able to do this. Must be wonderful. I am sure.

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But what does the executive order actually do?

It directs the USDA to:

• Investigate unfair or monopolistic practices in the meatpacking industry.

• Review regulations and remove unnecessary reporting and overly prescriptive inspection requirements where current law allows.

• Expand cooperative inspection programs that let qualifying state-inspected processors sell meat across state lines.

• Provide training and technical assistance to small processors.

• Help farmers locate slaughter and processing options.

• Work toward a guaranteed-loan program for small and regional processors.

• Report within 60 days on the laws preventing state-inspected or custom-exempt meat from entering interstate commerce.

These may be worthwhile steps, or not. Processing consolidation has left family farmers with fewer choices, longer wait times, higher costs, and less control over the food they raise.

But here is the important part:

This order does NOT immediately give farmers a new legal right to butcher their livestock and sell that meat directly to consumers, especially across state lines. It does not eliminate federal inspection requirements or make custom-exempt meat legal for interstate commerce.

The order repeatedly states that USDA must act “consistent with applicable law.” An executive order can direct an agency to use authority it already has, but it cannot erase or rewrite federal statutes.

For lasting change, Congress must pass laws creating a clear, lawful path for family farmers and small processors to feed their communities. We’ve said this before—we aren’t fixing this in 4 years without a miracle—pass the Farm Bill!

A farmer selling meat directly to an informed neighbor is not the same as an industrial corporation distributing millions of pounds through a national supply chain. Our laws should recognize that difference.

This order may open a door and identify the barriers. But it does not finish the work.

Executive action may begin the conversation.

LEGISLATION is what can make the change real, durable, and firmly rooted.
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When my grandmother died, I wanted to remember all the best things about her. Her unconditional kindness. Her ability to remain calm. How she would sing and pray all the time in her home. I haven’t even remotely attained those character traits yet, but I’m getting there.

You think of someone like the great agrarian and writer, Wendell Berry. His convictions drove him to do and write in a certain way. He didn’t just talk about what he believed—he did it. And it makes my convictions stronger as I think about what he stood for, how he wrote, and how he lived.

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I have never seen my Savior or LORD face to face. I did not walk with Him as the dirt dusted our feet along a journey to a new city that would come to know His greatness. I never sat with Him personally, shoulder to shoulder, to be mentored. I don’t know how He wrote letters or notes. But upon the history written in scripture, I know Him.

And I think this is exactly how his friends and disciples felt after He died. And of course in His case, He rose again. 

Within each one of them, it was as if a fire were shut up inside of them. They did not have to be convinced of conviction and to act upon it. They loved Him so much that when they thought of Him, they lived better. They filled the void that was left. They told everyone about Him, and they wanted them to fill the void too.

Do I love Him this way? Do I miss my Lord so much that I want to take His place until He returns? This is the way—this is the que
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“When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives might be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief.  I come into the presence  of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
 
From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry (Counterpoint, 1999)

May he be resting in peace, even now.
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“Are we moving because God told us to move—or because fear told us to run?”

Historically, governments have displaced, relocated, incentivized, and concentrated populations for all kinds of reasons. Sometimes by force. Sometimes through policy. Sometimes under the banner of “progress,” “safety,” or the greater good.

My own family was affected by this one-hundred years ago when hundreds of families (2,000+ people) were removed from the mountains of Virginia to create Shenandoah National Park. These were farmers, families, churches, and communities. People who knew how to grow food, steward land, raise children, and live largely independent of government systems.
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Homesteaders are leaving states they believe no longer represent their values. They’re moving toward states considered more conservative, more rural, more affordable, or more “free.”

And I know that for many, God really IS moving them.
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Governors change. Legislatures change. Laws change. The “safe state” today may not be the safe state tomorrow.
So what happens then? Do we pack up and move again?
There comes a point when we have to ask:
“Has God called me to leave—or has He called me to stand?”

If God tells you to move to Texas, go to Texas.
If He tells you to move to New York, go to New York.

Because ultimately, our security was never supposed to be found in a red state, a blue state, a rural county, or a particular zip code.

Our safety is in the hand of Yahweh.

Sometimes obedience means going, sometimes obedience means staying.

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Younger women need older women. 
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Husbands and wives need to return to bearing the burden together.

Children are a gift and inheritance—never a burden. Does it mean you’ll be tired? Yes. But it is just a season, friend. And that season passes us by so quickly.

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