"When I am out with the children doing something like picking berries under the sun surrounded by farm land, I am almost immediately able to lose my hardened “Mean Mommy” exterior. When we are gathered with some common purpose, away from the distractions of a house filled with junk, we get a glimpse of life as it is meant to be. We were just playing at “work”; our survival certainly did not depend on these berries that we picked. However, it reminds me that our family’s goal of becoming more self-sufficient (where the berries ARE something we depend on to add to our food stores). When I read the Little House books, I see such a wonderful picture of a family living and working not for some secondary gain (money, entertainment, and “self-fulfillment”), but because G-d told us that we were to live by the toil of our own hands. The meaning and purpose of life really was about G-d, family and the very simple blessings (and toils) of an authentic life. "
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