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Friday, January 13, 2017

Trading Fancy for Freedom

We bought this house in January 2007. It is what the real estate market would call a "starter house", a 900 sq.ft 1924 bungalow, the biggest room a master bedroom addition. When we purchased it I thought I was pregnant was ONE baby, not twins. It is a house we planned to flip and sell in one year. The housing market of 2008 and following Recession had different plans. 

I am a walking contradiction. If you’ve known me long enough, you’ve heard me complain about my “tiny” house….and you’ve probably heard me say how I also love my house. This house is my constant battle to learn contentment. Every time I think I have it, it slips away, and I get to learn it all over again.

 I have no right to complain, but I do. All. The. Time. I complain about the tiny eat in kitchen and no dining area. I complain about the small rooms and the floor plan. I complain about the tiny living room & the sometimes sketchy neighbors.

I have had a love/hate relationship with this house, but it is my manna. My every morning reminder than God provides.

Yesterday in homeschool we studied the manna God provided the Hebrews in the desert. I tried to describe to the boys how the food of Egypt was no more nourishing than the sweet honey-flavored Manna God provided, it was just fancier, with spices and variety. As I read the Egyptians' groans over missing the food of Egypt, it was easy to judge them. How could they not be content with the sweet simple manna, when the fancy food of Egypt came with the high price of their freedom?

Then it hit me right between the eyes, how many times have I given up my freedom for “fancy”? My want for fancier clothes, house, or cars could easily lead us into slavery of debt. A want for a fancier, more exciting life could also easily lead me into slavery to sin, seeking pleasure and identity in anything other than the simple & nourishing life with which God has blessed me.

When many people lost their homes during the Great Recession, we were able to keep this small house because we could afford the small mortgage payments.  When I felt the calling to homeschool, which in our case meant we'd indefinitely be a one-income home on a social worker's salary, we could afford to do so because of this house. We also found our beloved church family only a few minutes from this house.

I’m pretty sure if the Hebrews read my post comparing manna in the desert  to my little house, a house filled with a variety of food and all the creature comforts of the modern world, they would probably throw up a little in disgust.  I am spoiled beyond belief, almost disgustingly so. Lord, never let me forget the sweet and simple miracle that is my home, my marriage, and my family.

Lord, never let me give up my freedom for the fancy.


  1. Robyn, What a great article. Thank you for sharing..we have recently given up fancy for freedom, and I won't lie, it's been a struggle for me, but all the blessings you relate, I can relate to. I have a lot to be grateful for also. Bless you!