My husband and I had huge plans. We announced to our family in the fall of 2010 that we were going to be leaving Denver in April to vagabond around the country. We were in a transition phase in life; the post college slump where you are scared to death of life not happening quick enough, but scared to death for it to actually start. We needed change and decided to experience the country while taking time to figure out what in the world we would do with our lives. We didn’t want to settle down, buy a house, or take on traditional jobs. We just wanted to experience life to the fullest with no ties to have to come back to Denver for. Just the open road, each other, a little money in our pockets, and good times waiting for us.
Well, I don’t have to tell you that plans change. If you haven’t figured that out yet, they do. In our 6-ish month waiting period of saving up money, waiting for our lease to be up, and spending last months with good friends, we changed. We didn’t want that time to be all for nothing, so we did something a little crazy. We left the youth ministry and church that were draining us spiritually and set out to find a church we could grow in. One week after leaving the youth ministry, we found our church. In that church, we found people that loved us, wanted to help us grow, and waited patiently for us to work through the bitterness we had found in our hearts towards the church. We found a community to do life with. We found our passion for ministry that had hidden underneath the lies we had started believing. We found what we had been looking for our whole three years in denver. And when we definitely weren’t looking for it, we found a reason to stay in Denver. As April got closer and closer, our reasons for going on the trip became smaller and smaller and we soon realized that our hearts would be in Denver the whole time if we left, where our lives were waiting.
This is a call to normalcy. Our call to normalcy. How many times do you read minimalist blogs that make it seem like you need to sell everything you own and hop on the next plane to live a great life? Or even just a simple one? I’m here to tell you it’s not true. Take that thinking and throw it out the window. I’m not saying people who live that way aren’t minimalists or that their way of life is wrong, but I am saying you can live the way I’m choosing to and still call it simple. My husband and I have been called to a life of relative normalcy compared to most minimalists. In the last month, we have decided to pare our trip down to a two week vacation to see the northwest and come back to normal jobs, a rented condo, and normalcy. We have been shown that the minimalist life can be lived in these situations. And not only is it possible, its amazing! It’s having a normal job, but only working part-time at that normal job so we can spend lots of time together adventuring in our city. It’s having deep, strong relationships with the people we are invested in simply because we are living life with them day in and day out. It’s watching my beautiful cousins grow up and them knowing us so well because we get to see them all the time. It’s keeping check of the things I own not because I am moving, but because I never want my stuff to own me. It’s thinking long term and planning for the future because I can’t do the kind of ministry God’s given me passion for if I’m always leaving. It’s being a weirdo and hopefully an influence in my own city to bring minimalism to Denver. This is the call to the radically “normal” life, and a call I’ve decided to embrace fully.
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