I love looking at tiny houses. All of them. Whether it is a refurbished camper, a house boat, a shipping container turned home, an apartment, or built from the ground up.
Interestingly, I have way more stuff, way more clutter than would ever fit in a tiny house. I am not sure I would ever choose to live in a tiny house full time, but I do love the simplicity. I live in a home that I would consider modest by today's absolute lavishness, but probably would be considered lavish by some cultures.
We have some property near my husbands family. I daydream a little bit about creating a tiny house on that property. It's not something we have really talked about doing, but day dreaming about it is kind of fun. Trying to figure out just which tiny house would be the "goldilocks" for our family. Not too big, not too small, but just right.
As I look through the tiny houses on my computer, I look up, and my world looks different to me. Amazing how perception changes depending on what you are comparing. Suddenly, my house looks huge in my eyes, and there seems to be too much clutter everywhere. (Although I kind of knew that already). In one way, I can see how much work I need to do around my house. In another, I am feeling incredibly blessed & thankful. Blessed that this is my home. Not because of the square footage or the stuff in it, but because of God & my family. Blessed because having a home for my children, not just a "house" is important to me. Blessed to have a place to sleep at night. I will not take that for granted.
I think it is time once again to be more purposeful in what stuff is in my life. Not just time commitments (although, that too) but actual physical stuff. Reminding myself again to organize and declutter my home and my life. A reminder to put God, and family first, and not be focused on materialism.
