Living in the Bible Belt since 1992, when I so willingly graced this planet with my presence, I have been engrained with the idea of of how Sunday's should go. Perfect dress, perfect Sunday sermon. The pastor turns blue in the face and you're praying to the good Lord Almighty He lets the pastor scathe by without a heart attack this time. He does. You thank Him more. Then you stuff your face with the biggest family meal you've ever eaten. Anybody else wanna amen at this point?
But who am I kidding? My Sunday's are not of such sorts. They usually start with me waking up late so I'm stuck with a horrid hairdo that takes hours to get fixed and straightened out to where I'm somewhat presentable. I usually forget to eat breakfast so I'm getting frustrated and majorly hangry. I usually let that hanger out towards the puppies because they are playing too rough and getting on my nerves or my husband because he slept in and is taking his sweet time to get ready for church. (He always takes longer than me to get ready for anything but in the end, he always looks really hot so I gladly brush pass it every time). Anyways, so now we're late, I probably have spilt coffee on myself at least twice, and have forgotten something at home. And that's just on our way to church.
We get to church, and it's incredible. Amazing word spoken by our pastor but I didn't hear the last fifteen minutes because I have a bladder the size of a peanut and was more focused on not worshipping the Lord too hard. Up until a few weeks ago, I would then go serve in the kids ministry which has me leaving church usually around 3:45. Que me rushing home to find something to cook for dinner (that's an anxiety within itself. Read last post below to really get the jist) and then maybe, just maybe start some homework before Monday hits me like a ton of bricks on a big 18-wheeler truck going 908647 MPH. ohhhh mondays...
I've learned that I'm just really screwing it all up or that really that picture perfect Sunday isn't reality. But what is reality? (I know what you're thinking right now; Lindsey please dear God don't go into the reality vs perception psychological debate that's been going on for centuries. We're not going to solve it here on this puny blog.)
Ok you got me. Busted. I will refrain. But I will say this: on my side of the coin, I believe that our perception changes our baseline of reality, therefore everyone has a different reality. I've learned to grow in these opinions personally and professionally but I still get mind blown and melted into a puddle of no intellectual ability when I look at certain photos of our universe. My perception of what reality really is changes with every photo, yet God stays constant. I look at pictures of cosmos, nebulas, and galaxies all day long and see very different things in all of them. But the God who spoke them into being is one who continuously stays true. He is constant and He is very creative.
So starting every Sunday, I will share a different picture of something in our universe. We all will probably still be spilling coffee, forgetting things, and losing our minds, (or maybe that's just me) but we as a community here at TLTH can stop, pause, and bask in the greatness of who God is and what He created. It can serve as a reminder that we are not the only things in this universe that are great creations. It can be a reminder that in the midst of our chaotic days here on this lovely planet, we have a God that heals, binds up broken hearts, and stays true to His word. That we have a God that never fails nor changes when our perception of life gets a little muddled and cloudy.
Ps. I realize that some could care less about the universe and all its glory. If that's you, comment below on what medium does God use the most to speak to you? I would love to hear how vastly different we are. Let's rejoice in our differences and share them with the world. Life's better that way.
The Omega Nebula.
Commonly known as the Swan Nebula
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