My family is in for a rude awakening Wednesday. When they arrive home from school and work we will no longer have a television in our living room. It will be safe and sound in our lovely basement storage room. And they will be steaming mad.
Whatever. They will get over it.
The thing is. . .I love my family. I really do. And as you can tell from my last post my life is not what it should be. I might not be able to live in the country or have a bluegrass band, but WE CAN make delicious food while LISTENING to bluegrass, and there is no reason we cannot bust out a sweet beat on some homemade instruments.
I think the biggest problem that I can identify is we our not living intentionally and we are not living simply. We are simply not living at all as far as I'm concerned. We (meaning them) have been sucked dry of life by the TV MAN. Hours are lost. Hours that my husband and I could be spent enjoying our children or each other or OUR GOD. I can't remember the last time we prayed together or read together, and we call ourselves a Christian family. What is setting us apart?
So I can keep complaining, or I can do something about it. I'm choosing to do something about it. For 40 days (God accomplishes a lot in this amount of time) we will not have television as a part of our lives. We might have a Christmas movie marathon if I think we can handle it, but we'll see.
I am expecting wonderful things, and I am expecting some withdrawal symptoms. I'm just going the trust the Lord with it.