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Sparks Joy

Being sick and forced to rest has led me to Netflix binge watch a trending show called "Tidying Up" with Marie Kondo. Now I'm slightly obsessed with this concept of "sparking joy" and her folding technique.
the beginning of learning to fold

The idea of minimalism has been on my mind for quite some time. I get overwhelmed by stuff, especially after having kids. It is so easy to be overtaken by toys and all the "must haves" recommended by advertising geniuses. Yet I feel guilty about giving stuff away that people buy for us. Marie Kondo addresses that in the show. It's really intriguing how she connects gratitude to the process of selecting what you keep and don't keep.

My word for 2019 is "content". This concept of this show and my word of the year go hand in hand. And the timing is good too. With my transition to a single mom, I've had to start over, walk away from a lot of stuff. This is my opportunity to be extra selective about sparks joy in my life, what I want surrounding myself and the kids. I've chosen to have only a few mugs, a few cups, plates, and even pans.

Less is more. Less stuff allows for more room to focus on what matters, relationships. There is enough reasons to get stressed in this world, why add clutter to the list.

Before I ever got married and had kids, paper was my biggest struggle. Now that everything is paperless, I don't seem to have that issue as much. When I moved into my own apartment after almost a year of living with family, I had to deal with the boxes I had in storage. I had boxes with memories from when I was in high school and I had been avoiding them for awhile. My counselor talked to me about facing those memories and taking control over the emotional power they were holding. It is similar in a way to what Marie Kondo's show and books are about; what sparks joy? You can thank the items from the past and recognize it served its purpose but if it doesn't spark that joy, its ok to let it go.

This year I want to focus on being content with all that God has blessed me with, my people. God has provided over my whole life, even though I didn't used to see if as quickly. This last year, it is really obvious to me how much God loves me. I'm so grateful for the many ways He has shown me that He sees me. I chose to remain obedient to my Lord and I want my kids to see how truly blessed we are.

Father God, Thank you for how evident Your love is to me now. I'm sorry that I didn't used to believe in this amazing gift of love. I accept this gift and am so grateful for the salvation purchased by Jesus on the cross. In His Name, amen.

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