secular vs. sacred

“God never intended to be confined to a box…or for any of us to be in one either. In God’s view everything is sacred…after all, He created it all. If we’re not careful, we miss the vital truth that “the only real difference between the sacred and the secular is that the secular doesn’t know it’s sacred yet.”

Rob Reccord & Randy Singer

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It’s In Your Head

I like to watch and think about my husband when he doesn’t know that I’m doing so. Like right now, he’s smiling at his computer across the room from me while he fiddles with his wedding band. He’s supposed to be doing homework, but nobody normal smiles like that at a computer screen filled with homework. He must be sneaking a peak at facebook. But he’s back to work now, the band back on his finger, a stretch to confirm it’s back-to-work time and he’s got his furrowed-brow-serious-face on.

Do you watch, and think, and love your spouse in this way? Do you praise them in your mind and fall more in love with them just by having them sit across the room from you? I can only imagine how much harder this is once life is hectic and there are kids in the picture. I’m not there yet, so I don’t have to worry about those things quite yet. For now, I will take my time admiring my husband and loving him and praising him more and more in my mind every chance I get.

I wonder how many spouses do this? I am also curious as to how often they do this and the thoughts turn distasteful rather than praising and loving. My guess would be that this happens more often with women, we tend to harbor bitterness, anger, and distrust quickly and intensely before the other person is able to look up from what they are doing.

How quick and nasty our minds are. We are tricked into this so easily. There’s a clear cut path, paved and wide and on it we quickly run through a mess of mean, nasty, complaining, discontented thoughts about life and our relationships. I think now of the people I’ve met, and even the friendships I’ve had where the person complains with the best of them and I’ve fallen into the trap. It’s a culture now, you know. We are a generation, a culture, a society of complainers. The irony in it is that we have NOTHING to complain about.

“First-world problems” are funny jokes to us. And believe me, I’m not dissing on everyone who’s ever complained or who will continue to complain after reading this. I’ll probably be the first one to complain about something as soon as I type the last word on this little letter. And the “first-world problem” jokes are funny. But it’s harboring this lifestyle of discontentedness and complaints that is the problem. Not the jokes. The problem is when there is a conversation that consists of nothing but complaints.

Why?

Are you that person?

It’s 4 hours until midnight (at least according to my Texas time on September 9th), I challenge you to praise SOMEONE and SOMETHING in your life IN YOUR MIND, before midnight. Don’t even praise or love the person and the thing out loud. Just make your mind, your thought life do it. Good luck.

The Greats

Remind me why You often give me the urge to write when there is nothing in my mind to write? Nevermind, don’t remind me, just tell me. I do not think you can remind someone of something they never knew.

They say that the greatest writers, the ones who have written tons of books, made best-selling lists, you know, the authors who are actually able to live off their earnings as authors, write for hours each day. Many of the stories of the great writers has them beginning their writing journey rising early to write for a few hours before the rest of the world wakes up. I’ve admired them for this and even tried it myself. Maybe my dedication isn’t enough, my drive is weak and my motivation too small. Maybe that’s why I cannot seem to rise early to eat breakfast with my husband, to study God’s Word or to get a workout in. Or maybe I’ve overloaded what I expect to get done in the wee morning hours. Unrealistic expectations and goals can keep a person from doing anything at all. Maybe I have limited myself in that way. There are probably writers who did not rise early in the morning to write, they may have taken that time to spend with God, and maybe even their spouse. There may have been a writer at one time or another who sat in a one bedroom apartment on the evenings she had at home and wrote while her husband sat across from her and did his homework. Maybe. Or maybe I’m the only one. But that isn’t likely. But I could be the only great one. I could be a great one without a story like the other greats. My story could be drastically different. Not that I was the great writer who lacked motivation, drive, etc… but maybe I’m the writer who didn’t get started as a child, who didn’t get up at the crack of dawn, who didn’t write every single day. Maybe I can be a great writer who slept in too many mornings, who had to skip writing sometimes to make sure the bathroom got cleaned before the week’s end, who wrote because she was bored or because her husband had homework to do. Maybe my story will be great, but will be different from the other greats.

My fear in being that kind of great is the lack of admiration I will receive. But then, that’s a lack of humility getting the best of me isn’t it? I hold motivation, inspiration, drive, determination, and organization to a very high standard. What if I become great when I am only mediocre in these areas? Should I not have these things down perfectly before I can become great? Isn’t that HOW one becomes great? Or maybe my whole view of this is dreadfully wrong. Maybe writing on the evenings my husband is laden with homework is how God wants it, because HE prefers I spend my crack-of-dawn mornings with HIM. And due to my time with HIM, HE will make me great. Not by my own accord will the greatness come. But through my being close to HIM. I’ve written in the past about unconscious obedience. How we must be close to God and obeying HIS commands becomes second nature, something that just happens, not something we’re striving hard for everyday. So maybe that’s how we become great too. God has chosen our talents, we haven’t. We didn’t get to pick what we would be good at, God did that while we were yet in our mother’s bellies. That’s part of the “knit you together in your mother’s womb” thing. He knit our talents together and instilled them in us. So we don’t get to choose how good we are at those talents, HE does. HE gets to choose how good we are, how good we get, and what we do and where we go with those talents.

I’m not in control.

Mind boggling.

For a disclaimer on this: If I spend time with my Savior and I become close to HIM but never write, I will not become a great writer, no matter how close I am to the LORD. I would not be putting my talents into practice. While God will do what HE pleases with our talents we still have to choose to practice them and use them.

That is all I have to say on this subject.

The Search Begins

The search begins.

Actually, the search began 3 weeks ago. My handsome husband and I have been married for 5 weeks. After all the festivities of the wedding, two receptions, moving across country, my family heading home to Pennsylvania, and settling into a somewhat foreign land as a new wife, we have begun searching for a home church.

My family has moved a number of times in my life and I am well learned in the search-for-a-church practice.

Research, pray, visit, visit, visit, try again.

^^ That’s the formula. ^^

Sometimes, it takes a really, really long time. And it isn’t fun. It might be fun at first, but then you begin to feel homesick. You long to feel included, comfortable, “at-home” in a church building. Sometimes God wants to show you a few things before HE guides you to the right church. And sometimes God wants you to attend a church for awhile, and to show you some things before HE shows you that you’re in the right place. But all of that is God’s business, we don’t understand it so we’ll leave that with HIM.

We have visited 3 churches now. The first two were churches where some of my husband’s family attends. The one was BECAUSE his family goes there. Our brother-in-law (because he’s my brother-in-law now too) is the worship pastor there. It’s a good church and is sure to be a great choice for those in that area, but a bit farther than we desire to travel to church. The second try was another church with family and some dear friends as well. This is a fair option for us due to distance and other reasons. But today we stepped out on a limb. Granted, it was a large limb with no chance of breaking, it barely even counts as a limb, more like just an extension of the trunk. We tried a church where we know not a soul. I say it was and wasn’t a limb because we didn’t know anyone, but it’s not a done deal, and it also wasn’t scary. So maybe I’ve just completely killed my limb/tree analogy, but I think I’ll leave it all typed up and maybe someone will get a kick out of it, maybe just a small kick, a kind of lump-in-the-throat chuckle, but it would still be counted as a kick, right? Just like my limb is still a limb?

Back on track: I am not sure that I have ever been to a church as large as we went to today, and I am sure that it is only one of many in it’s size in the Dallas metroplex. I will tell you what I know about this church:

  1. It is BIG
  2. It is beautiful
  3. I did not know a single song during worship
  4. The pastor did not use notes during his sermon
  5. I would need to purchase a pair of cute and sassy cowboy boots if we become members there

So there you have it. Our search for a church has begun. Our life together has begun. And now I have written you an entire page about the process of finding a church along with a little nonsense thrown in there that, Lord willing, you might have chuckled at. I keep telling myself that I will begin posting things to my blog that may not be life changing but simple truths and goings-on from my life, but I haven’t done it yet because they always seem so trivial and un-important to have floating around on the world wide web for the rest of the world to read, or for whoever it is that might take the time to read a current nobody’s blog. But here we go, I will begin my nonsense-about-nothing posts with this one.

Your Nonsensical Nuisance

Kylee Robinson

Part I

Not that long ago in a land that seems very far away, a daughter was born to a dear couple who named the girl Kylee. As the first born, the girl grew to live in a world where, in her mind, everything ran in utmost efficiency. She constantly perfected her Type-A personality and graciously shared it with all those that surrounded her. Twenty years after her birth the girl changed her last name to match her husband’s and moved across the country to a booming metroplex known as Dallas.

As a new chapter of her life begins in the heat of the south so shall her second attempt at blogging. This time she is more dedicated, she has opened her mind wider, and she has a blog covered with lima beans. Nothing but success can proceed from such things!