since living in downtown minneapolis during my college years (all six of them) i have longed to return to the urban environment. i remember walking everywhere or using public transport, overhearing conversations outside of my window while people waited for the bus to come, and being in a place that doesn't shut down. but you know how memories generally are: much better (or worse) than they actually were. so i had some reservations about living in a city and questions on how to raise two kids in a small space that, again, never shuts down. i've heard about how bad the urban public schools are with their lack of funding, scary drunkards or homeless people harassing you on the sidewalks, traffic, etc. i could see the fear in people eyes as we told them what we were thinking about doing. but let me tell you, i love our new apartment and my new community. this is where we are meant to be and the people we are to be around.
i was worried about how the kids would sleep together in the same room but they've adjusted wonderfully and haven't even awakened in the middle of the night to come and get us. i wondered how we would continue recording and writing music in an apartment but as i write this paul is doing exactly that right now.
our complex is on a fairly quiet tree-lined street on the very edge of the downtown district. there are students, young professionals, and older retired people who live on my floor. this morning another family and ours walked up a few blocks to the farmer's market, bought some fresh produce and lunch, and then had some coffee before the kids were ready to go back "to the new house".
a long time ago, my gut was telling me that we were made for a progressive city and were meant to work with young adults. it's been quite a process to get to this place, and i am grateful for it, but in looking back and thinking about the future i have only one thought: go with my gut, or in spiritual terms, follow the still, small voice of the holy spirit.
i see how fear and doubt and obsession with control keeps us fenced in an area that becomes all too familiar and comfortable. the voice of fear from those around us accented by our news and entertainment media, doubt that as a believer we really hear the voice of god, and the need to know the next step (and the one after that and the one after that) lulls us.
for me, being in the city is like a shot of caffeine. i'm awake and aware. i'm inspired. it's bold and not afraid to be in your face. it's invigorating. it's a place of constant motion - where i am challenged to carry the peace of christ with me at all times, so that even if there is chaos around me, i have a stillness and space within that i can invite others' to. it's a place that desperately needs to be loved - where needs are immediate and not always hidden by outward appearances.
as i write this i find myself with nothing to prove, but a desire to be transformed - to love more deeply and deliberately.
as i begin to connect with my inner thoughts, i am once again reminded of my close quarters as the kiddos use the christmas tree box as a slide. i think it's time to join them (and woody and jessi).
later.
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