Yesterday when we had our night time talk, I recalled one particular childhood memory, about a reader’s letter in Bobo (an Indonesian children tabloid) that I read when I was a little girl. It was written by a trash collector’s son, about the most memorable experience he had with his mom. He used to work (collect trash) behind a KFC restaurant. Long story short, they have no money to buy such luxury food and only after few months saving, his mom has enough money just to buy one piece of fried chicken. They ate the precious piece of chicken behind the KFC restaurant because they were too ashamed to eat inside the restaurant. It was finger licking good (ok, I totally added this tiny detail :p).
The story lives in me for a very long time, about 20 years or so. It was very impactful for me. I always feel emotional thinking about how some people live in such poverty, that purchasing a piece of KFC chicken is equal to few months’ saving (well, personally I think $3 for a piece of a overgrown chicken is expensive too, but that’s another story :P).
Whenever I recall this story, I always think about it through many different scenarios. This time, I think of me resembling the poor boy. Although I was never that poor, and we’re definitely not collecting trash for a living :D, I keep thinking, how many times have I act like this little boy, peeping through the glass door of a place I know I’ll never fit in, drolling to have a taste of good life and heaven (in my definition ;P)? How many occassions in which I keep fixating my eyes on something that is definitely out of my league, aiming too hard and sacrificing the more important things to get momentary pleasure and pride?
These questions express my very current struggle, especially after our recent decision to be self employed with no fixed income. I don’t really worry because I believe Lord will provide for us in a timely manner, but I have notice that a part of our glorious lifestyle definitely has to go, like forever (or until further notice :p). We have to be frugal and some things that come easy when we’re on fixed income, have become luxuries.
However, like the boy in the story, here I am, sticking my body to the KFC door, all wet in my own drolls (pardon the gross visual). I realised that I still refuse to let go few things that are found to be too precious and dear to my heart (like membership in certain places, ‘organic and all-natural’ things, and expensive outings). Those things are nice to have, but are not necessity. If I let go, I know for sure, I will be happier, living a more grateful, purposeful and slow-paced life. This makes me wonder, why do I cling so much on those things? Have they become little idols in my heart?
Perhaps I still can hold on to some, but it will come with a great price and sacrifice. Do I want to pay the price, and will it be worth it? I believe that God put us through this humbling experience because He wants us to take a look again at our priorities in life. I have, and it is a shame to know that I once put too much time worrying and doing many unnecessary stuffs.
Our life has been simplified much this past few months, and we’re loving it. Would you join us in our journey towards simple living? 🙂
Do you feel like you’re on a journey chasing after wind? What are the personal ambition/worry/need that are hindering you to be grateful today or that are taking a toll on your relationship with God and with others? Are you willing you to let God take them away from you today?
~ the girl who once wanted to eat KFC