Whatever is Pure

Sometimes I like to read trashy, mindless novels. Not the kind that evoke romantic emotion or suspense, but just the ones that tell a story, usually about an independent and recently divorced woman who is in the midst of making her life what she wants it to be. Those are the good ones.

I like to watch a few T.V. shows, albeit online. We try to pick decently wholesome and entertaining shows, though there’s probably a question of how wholesome they are on a regular basis.

I don’t like a lot of Christian music. I just think most of what you hear on the radio is really lame and predictable, and stylistically I just can’t dig it. Plus God isn’t lame or predictable. So I listen to what I want.

Sometimes I get bored with regular conversation and gossip is the only way out of it.

And then there’s this:

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy— think about such things.

I don’t really have to dwell on these things in order for them to affect who I am becoming. They don’t even, in themselves, have to be bad things. But little by little, they creep into my heart and I suddenly realize that it’s much easier for me to curse more often. Homosexuality has become hilarious. Kissing someone other than your spouse isn’t really cheating. Gossip is just telling the facts. Jealousy is fine as long as you’re not too violent, and everyone is bitter. It’s just part of life.

My thoughts reflect what I’m reading. My words reflect what I watch and what I hear. And it all comes out in my interactions with other people, with my husband, with my family, with complete strangers. I feel like I can fake it pretty well- I can pull off the sweet demeanor long enough to make you my friend. But if you stick around for long enough, if you really get me going on one topic or another, you’ll see my true heart. And my heart is usually a mixture of what I’m taking in at the moment. Good or bad.

How do you balance being in the world without being of the world? What’s okay and what’s off limits? How do you decide?

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7 Ways I Look Up To Jen

Make no mistake, the list is far lengthier than this, but here are seven things Jen is better at than me…

1. Keeping up with old friends – It’s not unusual for me to come home and find her sprawled out on the couch twirling a ball of yarn in her hands and chatting it up with somebody from high school. I have trouble keeping up with my family. Big win for her.

2. Staying attractive while eating everything she looks at – It’s incredible really. I run a 5k every day, go to the gym, and drink tons of water. She just winks at me while face deep in a Braum’s double dip. And she never runs. I don’t understand it.

3. Writing – It’s true. I started the blog, she brings it home.

4. Creativity – I thought my week-long scavenger hunt proposal was awesome. She blows it out of the water every day.

5. Music – Of course this is like saying Beyonce is better at dancing than “The Situation” but still, Beyonce is really really good at dancing. And yes, in that metaphor I am “The Situation”

6. Thinking things through – It’s not ideal that the emotionally grounded one of us two called me the other day yelping ,“I think my truck has been stolen!!!” before remembering she left it at work. But I’m afraid it’s probably true.

7. Style – She makes her own clothes, jewelry, and accessories. If at all possible I have no doubt I would wear my OSU basketball shorts and this hideous tank-top I got at Goodwill every day of the week. That’s a loss for me and really for her too because I even own the tank-top.

What is your spouse better at than you?

Saturday Linkage

Today we have friends staying with us. They’re sleeping in our spare bedroom (the living room) on a fancy air-o-dynamic bed (an air mattress). We’re making sour cream pancakes and coffee, and having the kind of conversation that only early mornings can bring. Enjoy the links below and happy weekend.

New music we love: Quelqu’un M’a Dit. The album is in French so we have no idea what she’s saying, but we think it’s better that way.

The pentagon lost track of billions of dollars that were supposed to be used for reconstruction in Iraq. How, you ask? Check it out. We don’t even think they know.

We don’t have an iPad, or TV for that matter but, wow, it seems preposterous that this isn’t fake.

And of course we saved the best for last.

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Southbound 35

Dallas and I are trying to become friends. One day at a time we’re getting to know each other a little better, but I’m leary of new friends and really attached to old ones. I love almost everything about the south, but here there seems to be a lack of open range and way too many shopping malls.  We forget there are stars for lack of seeing them, and the only dirt roads are the ones being dug up for construction. There are few things that can replace the feeling of being at home, but my old soul finds solace in some very interesting places. Ice cream, the Bible, and hippie little towns. Obviously not in that order.

Intro: Austin.

There’s something very spiritual about living a simple life, about listening to southern rock while wearing vintage clothing and laying barefoot in the grass. That’s what I picture Austin to be: miles apart from Dallas, a sort of Chris Robinson to an Emily Gilmore. And so this weekend, as we travel to this great city, I pay tribute to my new state capital. Some fun things I only wish were happening this weekend in Austin:

Renegade Craft


South by Southwest

Do something hippie this weekend. It’s very patriotic.

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Engagement Week (Part 6)

Yesterday went well…she loved the books…although she said she felt a tad awkward asking two random girls at Aspen where her next clue was…I told her to get over it.

Clue #6 (by far the most difficult) was in one of those books (see pics)

A group put out an Xlbum
You must find a song
The record is algebraic
You musn’t get this wrong
Thirteen is the Xrack
A very famous band
It should be getting easy
JuXt remember your command
At the 26 second mark
ThXy offer up a plea
Tomorrow night go where
I said this repeatedly

So far the Xs = Aspen on Saturday at Se (I think you can see where we’re going…)

In case you missed them: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5