I buy organic produce and dairy products whenever I can. I try to stay away from lots of processed foods and artificial ingredients, and I attempt (mostly unsuccessfully) to grow some of my own produce. I breastfeed and baby wear and cloth diaper. I see a chiropractor and a midwife and had a natural, drug-free birth. I have recently started recycling, and it makes me unnaturally happy every time I drop an item in the recycling bin instead of the trash. I am hesitant to take medications and avoid it if I can. I was homeschooled and am hoping to do the same for our kids.
All these things are fine lifestyle choices and it is important to be healthy and treat your body with respect. But sometimes I am tempted to be prideful that I do these things, and that is not OK. None of these preferences make me a better person than someone who loves fast food and epidurals. These are not matters of right and wrong and I have no right to judge someone for having different preferences than me. In fact, when you really look at it, what I do is only the tip of the iceberg in the natural world. I still buy cereal and chips and granola bars and soda; my husband asks that I get these things, and lets be honest, I enjoy them sometimes too. The only jar of coconut oil that I have ever purchased sits unopened because I don't know what to do with it. I use disposable diapers at night and when we go out, and I buy pre-made baby food packets in addition to the food I make for him myself. I had a hospital birth. I have two medicine drawers in my kitchen full of Motrin, Benadryl, and cough drops, and a cabinet full of cleaning products. I do not own any essential oils.
This has come to my attention recently because I've been hearing far more crunchy people than me talk about choices that they make for their home. Kefir? Gluten-free? Compost? Insert a myriad of crunchy things I do not do here. And that is just fine. My worth is in Christ, and not in earthly matters that will fade away. And I am thankful for that.
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