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The Year of Simplicity and Home

September 24, 2020 · In: devotional, family, homemaking, homesteading, motherhood, natural living, personal journey, Simple Living, womanhood

I think we can all agree that 2020 has been an interesting year. I’m sure there are a lot of emotions for different people—stress, sadness, loneliness, confusion. Likewise, there are emotions of happiness, joy, rest, organization, and simplicity.

Ah, yes—the year of simplicity.

While everything around us seems like such a heavy whirlwind of complication, simplicity has been ushering us in like no other. And even though I already live a fairly simple life; I, too, have been ushered by simplicity more than ever before.

There are so many times where life just gets loud. I’ve felt that this year on more than one occasion. I’ve had to step away from it “all” many times. I’ve felt myself drawing inward into the quiet more and more often, and I don’t mind it one bit. In fact, I think we need seasons of quiet. Seasons of rest that allow us to focus on our beautiful Savior and what He’s doing in our lives.

Rest in the midst of unrest seems impossible, but I assure you, it’s the most possible and rewarding time to seek out rest.

Could it be that all the crazy has a purpose? Could it be that one of those purposes is exactly this—a refocus on the home, family, a simple life, and Jesus?

Could it be that simplicity is the way of life we were truly created to live? Could it be that life is so complicated and confusing because we made it this way by not living simply all along?

In a world that is consistently loud and chaotic, this year has offered an alternative. This year has extended to us an invitation into simple living. Would we have gotten this chance before? Is it preparing us for something greater?

People from all over the country, and beyond, are re-learning life skills; like how to make bread, how to create sourdough starter since there’s a yeast shortage, how to start raising chickens for eggs and meat, how to start gardening and growing their own medicine. The list continues to grow each and every week.

Surpassing the life skills that people are learning in this new year, I, for one, have been learning more about myself. About my time. My priorities. My family.

This homesteading lifestyle we live isn’t just about growing a garden and raising livestock. In fact, the word “homesteader” itself, when broken down, simply means someone who’s focus is on the home in every way. For me, that means not only being a good steward of the earth and livestock, but also being a good homemaker, a good mama, a good wife, a good follower of Jesus.

This year has challenged me to intentionally choose simple in every single way. And I encourage you to do the same.

I have learned that I have more time on my hands than I realize if I just put down the cell phone, the computer, or the remote. And even though I don’t really spend much time on those things to begin with, it’s not just about the physical time you spend with those things. When I see something I don’t agree with, or that upsets me, I dwell on it throughout the day.

My prayer for weeks and weeks has been Philippians 4:8:

“…whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

Philippians 4:8 NIV

I have learned that when I spend less time with people through technology, I spend more intentional time with people in my own household, or in my local bubble.

I have learned that the world doesn’t need my opinion every five minutes, it simply needs me to be a reflective mirror of Jesus.

I have learned to take delight in the quiet, even if it’s just 15 minutes.

I have learned to pay more attention to all of the theories of an 11-year old, and the innocent wonder of a 1-year old.

I have learned that there are processes to life, and that I should embrace them. Like taking hours to pick green beans or blueberries. And the time that it gives me to simply “be”. To simply “rest”. To simply talk with my precious Savior. To organize my thoughts. I don’t think we give ourselves times to organize our thoughts anymore.

I have learned new canning recipes and new dinner recipes. My family is grateful for it, and so am I.

I have learned and started organizing more things. Which makes life in our home so much easier. And when there’s less stress in the home, there’s less stress in everyday life.

But most importantly, perhaps, I’ve learned to let go. I’ve learned to draw deeper into the One who created it all. I’ve learned to go with the wind and sail with faith. I’ve learned that my God is even more faithful than I knew before, and that in the midst of even the worst of times, He is still good. I’ve learned that God is doing something, even when we don’t see it or feel it.

I’ve learned that it is in the quiet moments, when you’re working with your hands, and doing the mundane—that is where you meet Jesus. In the moments you think no one see’s you, no one knows you, or nothing you do makes a difference—that is where you meet Jesus.

You see, living a simple life isn’t just about learning life skills, getting closer to your family, and then not posting about it online. Living a simple life—an uncluttered life–allows more space for an intimate walk with God. To know that every intricate part of your life is seen. And to feel a decluttered life, a quiet life, without the weight of a filled-to-the-brim schedule that you rush through each and everyday. And, even if you have a filled schedule…it’s filled with all the simple living things you could imagine.

So here’s to 2020. The year of simplicity and home. The year of calling the technology infatuated prodigals home. The year of rest, and yet, filling our time with more skills. The year of busy, and feeling that busy, because gardening and farming is a good busy. The year of all things simple…

In fact, it could be the best year that’s ever happened to us.

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By: Amy K. Fewell · In: devotional, family, homemaking, homesteading, motherhood, natural living, personal journey, Simple Living, womanhood · Tagged: 2020, simple living

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  1. Edward Smith says

    September 24, 2020 at 6:13 pm

    SUPER GREAT ARTICLE AMY… THANK YOU. JR FROM DENVER

  2. Deborah says

    September 25, 2020 at 2:36 pm

    Lovely read. And I agree on everything.
    Thank you so much. Deborah from Ireland ?

  3. Ashley says

    April 13, 2021 at 6:54 pm

    Hi from Canada! This article was really encouraging, thank you for sharing. I have been encouraged spending time on your website today, thank you. God bless you!

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The headline sounds revolutionary: “Trump Signs Or The headline sounds revolutionary: “Trump Signs Order to Help Ranchers Bypass USDA-Inspected Processing Facilities.”

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.
There is something that happens when someone passe There is something that happens when someone passes away and they were impactful in, or upon, your life. As you sit with the thought that the breath of life—the space—that this person had in this world no longer exists, you find you want to be a little more like them in your own space. 

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.

The pattern is that when someone you love, or who greatly inspired you, leaves this earth—you begin to realize that you want to become someone who fills the void of their goodness within the earth. They must not be forgotten. Convictions grow stronger. Changes are made. Others are inspired.

And in pondering this, I thought to myself—this must be how the disciples felt when Jesus died. And it broke me. 

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
He was one of the most brilliant writers in the wo He was one of the most brilliant writers in the world. A true agrarian heart with wisdom that surpasses so much of this current generation. I recommend every book he has written, especially The Unsettling of America. 

We used his “Peace of Wild Things” poem on one of our @homesteadersofamerica tshirts one year. It feels appropriate to share it again now. 

“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.
There is a question I believe modern homesteaders There is a question I believe modern homesteaders need to start asking:

“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.
And now, nearly 100 years later, I find myself watching another migration.

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.
But we still need discernment. Because politics can change overnight.

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.

But what if, maybe, some of this is all just the government herding people like sheep into certain locations? 

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Our last two babies have been intense. Meaning—the Our last two babies have been intense. Meaning—they are non-stop and never sleep. Ever. I was awake all night last night, and maybe got an hour of sleep. This is nightly. This will be the longest stretch with no sleep, as the older of the two was weaned by now and started transitioning to sleeping on her own at this age.

Is it hard? Yes. Did I almost start crying last night because I was so exhausted physically and mentally? Yes. Did I think about hurting my children? Never. Not once. Not ever. 

The trend that I’m seeing online right now of mothers hurting their children is heart breaking—not for the mother, but for the children. I can sympathize greatly with the stresses of life, but I cannot understand hurting a child…ever. 

Society has a “me” problem. A generation of people who grew up either entitled or as orphans in their own home, and all they can think about is “how can you take care of ME”. They don’t want to face reality like an adult. At some point in adulthood, when we become parents, we don’t get that privilege anymore. We become the nurturer, not always the nurtured.

So when I see the tik tok trend where a mother is pouring water on her screaming 8 month old, and just keeps doing it with the baby distressed, all because she “stands” with a mother who supposedly killed her children, it doesn’t take long for me to realize there’s a demonic agenda sweeping the nation and world right now. Abortion wasn’t good enough—the enemy needs ALL of them dead. And he will make you sympathize with murder and fits of rage in the process.

Women in our society have an idle and idol problem. Idle hands with nothing to do but scroll and compare instead of build a home (her job and role). Idol because we live in a culture that pushes “self” before selflessness. 

The world needs Jesus. 
Younger women need older women. 
Families need to return to the core of the home life.
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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