Craving Simple Faith

I woke up at 4am and cleaned the house, which has been absolutely trashed post-cruise/camping trips. Correction: I finally gave up on attempting to sleep and got out of bed at 4am to bring some order and sense back to life. 

I'm craving a simpler faith in both God and people than what I currently possess. I want to read a paper bible with thin, crisp pages - notes written in the margins and no fear of its battery dying. 

I want a ministry where people speak face to face, and whenever someone makes a mistake, that error doesn't find an audience for eternity on the Internet. 

I want my mornings back with no TV, a real breakfast for my kids on the table and the absence of a mad rush out the door. 

I want to read the Word with Sam. To do his CBS study together, delete all the game apps off my phone and to sit at the feet of Jesus together. 

I want to remind Charlotte more that she's safe, loved and doesn't need to cling for security. I love our prayer and song time together and want to reiterate through slower and more purposeful time how much God loves her. 

Oh, Lord, there's so much I want - and all of those "wants" seem to involve purging and gaining less. True prayer of a middle class American with the world at her feet and decent security in her bank account, right? 

I desire simplicity so strongly. I don't want to make it a goal or a Fall agenda item, because that somehow ruins it like a coveted gift revealed to be the wrong size or color.

 It needs to just happen.