I am a minimalist. I strive for simplicity—which is the art of shedding unnecessary physical and other encumbrances that get in the way of life’s priorities. A good guideline comes from Anne Morrow Lindberg: “Ask how little, not how much, can I get along with—to say, Is it necessary?—when I am tempted to add one more accumulation to my life.” These accumulations require space to keep them, time to maintain, clean, and repair them. I believe in the adage that less is more—fewer things kept in order. Consumerism can be oppressive—the frenzy of getting and spending. What are the things that bring the greatest pleasure and deepest joy, that move and thrill me to the core? They are the simple things: my testimony of the Savior; whisperings of the Spirit; my precious husband, children, grandchildren, and dear friends; good music; inspirational works of art and literature; sacred things; and nature’s magnificence. All these things are creations of, or inspirations from, Heavenly Father—reflections of Him on earth. They kindle a kind of homesickness—something and someplace that I can’t quite remember, but almost can. These simple reflections of God lift me above the pain and suffering, crime and ugliness of the world—into a higher plane of light and beauty. When I listen to uplifting music, discover a scriptural insight, snuggle a soft baby, or gaze at a breathtaking sunset—I feel a sweet longing, or homesickness for “Fatherland” as C.S. Lewis called it. These simple things are Reasons to Rejoice!