A friend once told me the statistic that we now make more decisions in a single day than our grandparents did in their entire life. One day verses an entire lifetime.
Some decisions are mundane - do I have one egg or two for breakfast? Plus the a multitude of questions preceding it: Do I have breakfast this morning? If I have time for breakfast this morning? What should I have to eat? [ Insert 5 more breakfast related questions here... ]
Add in a couple kids, a spouse, and the family pet and the tally goes up.
Seems ridiculous - counting the number of decisions made in a given moment - and yet it explains so much.
Like why we don't have time for each other.
Why we don't make time for ourselves.
Why we don't take time for God.
Whether or not we ACTUALLY have the minutes available, our minds are so cluttered with question after question, choice after choice, decision, decision, decision... we box ourselves into a mental corner, so overwhelmed with the mountain of cascading choices that we fail to even begin.
At the same time, we forget - I forget - that we have the freedom to make choices. There's no jail time for skipping breakfast. No tickets for sending your kid to school with carrots instead of apples or skipping a work out at the gym. Not even a dirty look for spending Sunday morning at home instead of attending that little church down the road.
Meanwhile, there are people putting their lives on the line for God daily. They make a choice to stand up for their faith. They stand at a crossroad, some facing the barrel of a weapon, and have to choose - their faith or their life.
And we whine about whether the iPhone comes in a colour that matches our car.
Would a simpler life change things or merely a simpler heart?
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