I found this little poem tucked between a few pages of my grandmother's diary that I think says it all.
Dear Lord I ask one thing of thee
The gift of true simplicity,
A cheery fire, a rocking chair,
Enough to eat, enough to wear,
A little cottage built upon a spot that I can call my own
A garden and a shady tree, a dog to keep me company.
A pot that's big enough to hold enough to fill another bowl.
A welcome mat that's out to all, whenever neighbors come to call.
A bed, a lamp, a book or two,
An old friend and perhaps a new,
And since all things are mine in Thee, then this is quite enough for me.
Grace E. Easley