"The frontiers are not east or west, north or south,
but wherever a man "fronts" a fact." (Henry David Thoreau)
I've been thinking about a story I heard recently. And it's not the kind of story that one would think would apply to life in general. To read the full account, go here.
A good friend of this girl decided that she would not be caught in the same trap. Before her labor and delivery, she researched and researched until she came across a birthing method that she loved. And she ran with it. She was prepared and had an incredible birthing experience.
I've been thinking about this story and wondering: How often do I waltz through my life, not too nervous because I'm going to get an "epidural"? And one of these days, when labor arrives and the epidural isn't available, what will I do?
This is not to say that I make big decisions lightly. There is much prayer before deciding on a new house, a new job, a new baby. But, for the other decisions, the ones that don't seem quite so huge, how much thought do I really give them? Like the kinds of food that I bring into my home. Or the businesses that I choose to support. How long to spend on my scripture study or prayers. Or where I decide to put my money. These seemingly small decisions may be just as important in the long run as the big ones. But I tend to run out and shop where ever is closest, buy what ever is cheapest and do whatever seems right at the moment with my money. And then read and pray whenever I get a second.
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." (Henry Thoreau) I find myself discovering that I do not live deliberately. The essentials in my life are only in the background, hidden by the clutter that seems to be filling my home, and overshadowed by the debate on what to buy today.
So, today, I make a new plan. I will live deliberately. I will "suck the marrow out of life." I will "dispose of the superfluous" and "see things as they are." And I only hope that I will simply live.
*which is actually by Emerson, but I don't think Thoreau would begrudge me that one. . .