Monday, February 24, 2014

our place.

This is a view from our ride home yesterday. What a sky, right??

The reason I love long car rides is because of the uninterrupted time it creates for me and my husband to talk about life, liberty, and the pursuit of not just happiness, but joy. We discuss, we disclose, we discover, we divulge, and I love every minute of it. [Harris does too, except for when conversations are interrupted with an occasional helpful comment or suggestive gasp from the side-seat driver]. There are basically no distractions and we have got all the time in the world, 7.5 hours to be exact.

When we were dating, Harris told me he loved me for the first time in the car. We have had our most intense conversations dealing with grief and tears and brokenness and raw real life in the car. We have also laughed hard and told a good story or two in the car. That's "our place".

For us, a long car ride is the perfect time for us to do a thorough "check-in" on our marriage, our direction, and our overall well-being as individuals and as a family. [I highly recommend an occasional discussion of this sort to all married couples.] Sometimes it is so easy to think I know how things are going, or we're too distracted to even really notice if something is off or needs an adjustment. We check.

As Harris and I think through and pray through our direction as a family, we have to come together and be intentional. My prayer is that our life would not ever become 'automatic'. There are aspects that are routine, but that's not what I'm talking about. I never want to default. Even if our season is as it is now: training, education, working, and paying off loans, I want to do so with intention and purpose. The car is where Harris and I can pursue that intentionality together.

Thankfully, God has carved out the car as our "place" to do all of that. Romantic, huh?

Where is your place?
The porch swing, your bed, a favorite couch in the living room, a park bench, the kitchen table?

The best part about your place is that, "For where two [or three] are gathered in my name, there am I among them." (Matthew 18:20)

I pray that you would find a place to have these discussions, and make that place special.
Heck, your master bath or a walk-in closet could be as private as it gets in your house... awesome. Nobody has to know that you have your best conversations as one of you sits by boots and the other under the dress pants. It's your "place".

Monday, February 10, 2014

best thinking.

This is a picture of where I do my best thinking. It's late at night in my bed when my world has quieted. As thoughts rush into my mind, sometimes I wish I had a notepad for all the creative genius that comes in, and other times I am glad that step two in the process involves sleeping all of the thoughts away.

Tonight, as the dominant thoughts were rather overwhelming, I had to follow one of my favorite of God's commands: "be still" (psalm 46:10). He has those things (fill in the blank - or in my case, blanks) covered. If they are not of eternal significance, they're not worth unnecessary rumination. If they are of eternal significance, then all the more reason to let it go. Especially as I try to quiet myself before enjoying His gift of sleep. 

Sweet dreams everybody. He is holding you and all the many things your little brain is carrying tightly in His arms tonight.


Tuesday, February 4, 2014

my mundane.

Part of my hesitation in writing blog posts is the insecurity of the feeling that my life is very mundane and uninteresting. In this particular season, I am a wife, I work full-time, and I am in grad school. [Mind you, there is more to me than that, but those are the 'biggies'] We are working hard to save money, so we do not go on super fun adventurous trips or dates, and we are always pressed for time or very exhausted from the amount of work we do, so there you go. I have to remind myself that God is present in the mundane, thus the mundane MUST be worth writing about.

I got curious about the word mundane, so naturally I'd it. [Yep, that's a verb]
I expected the definition to say something to the effect of, "regular, day-to-day, normal". What I discovered was revolutionary to me. Here's what I found:

mun-dane: adj.
1. of or pertaining to this world or earth as contrasted with heaven; worldly; earthly
2. common; ordinary; banal; unimaginative

Did you notice the first definition?

Now, you all are probably much more knowledgable of definitions than I, and you're thinking, "well, yes, that is what the word means." I, however, was floored. What a concept! The things I am doing day-to-day, that seem completely 'ordinary' and 'regular'... are JUST THAT. They are mundane. No wonder I can get so bogged down in my daily to-do's and seasons of life that feel repetitive and uninteresting. That's because I am, as C.S. Lewis liked to say, "made for another world". Heaven, to be specific.

I love my role as Harris' wife. I love my job at Liberty. I love that I have the opportunity to study and obtain my master's degree in a subject I am very passionate about at this school. I do, however, often feel the weight of the mundane. Thankfully, my gracious Savior offers me glimpses into the heavenly world I was created for so that I can find Him in these day-to-day tasks and seasons. And especially in the everydayness that can often be our reality, God shows that He is worth more than all of it.

So until I am dancing around with [or blogging] some amazingly adventurous/awesome stories (that definitely DO come on very blessed occasions)...

I'll bring you the mundane so that we can magnify the heavenly.

"I do not ask that you take them out of the world, but that you keep them from the evil one. They are not of the world, just as I am not of the world. Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth. As you sent me into the world, so I have sent them into the world." - John 17:15-18