There was a time – granted, it has been a while – when I seriously, and enthusiastically, considered myself a “city girl.” The reality was (and is) I am as suburban as they come. Neither city nor country. I imagined having to love critters and other creatures great and small (which I do not) in order to be a true country girl. And, truth be told, the idea of being a city girl just seemed more exciting. A lot more fun…if not glamorous. Oh, silly me. While I am still firmly planted in the suburbs, my heart no longer has grand dreams of a hustle-bustle life in the big city. And, although I would never make a homesteader, I can even imagine myself in the country.
Actually, the suburbs that I call home, and have for my entire life, are just outside the city. The city that is our nation’s capital. I do enjoy occasional day trips into the city but not nearly as often as I once did. Going into the city rarely energizes or even excites me. In fact, most often I find the city to be a disturbing reminder of how troubled our country is and I leave anxious, saddened, and agitated. Yes, the monuments are moving. Much of the architecture is grand and there are restaurants galore. But the heart of the city – like most large cities – is very sad.
I know there is much application there. The idea of looking past the pretty exteriors and realizing what lies behind, beneath or just inside. The thought that our country is in desperate need of prayer. And of revival. Even further, there is the idea of being content exactly where God has placed me….and creating my home, and my haven, wherever that might be. Even in the suburbs. All are good thoughts for me as I consider today’s prompt of CITY for this Five Minute Friday post. Where do you find yourself? In the country, the city or somewhere in between:) Wherever it might be, thank the Lord for putting you there. And say a prayer for our nation.