It will be two years in Nashville for me in May! I remember when I first arrived in 2014, it was 98 degrees with 100% humidity and raining every day of the month. I thought I had landed in outer space.
Fast forward to the present and I've come to truly appreciate the short time of reprieve before summer rears it's vicious head. It seems the flowers bloom before the rain here, which isn't the worst deal. I can't imagine summer without a consistent rain fall-- we'd all shrivel up!
Today I took the afternoon to soak in the sun and walk around the hood. Lately Nashville for me has been water brushed, blurred. I knew I needed a day to bring everything back into focus. The magnolia trees were a vivid reminder of when I first moved here and how sweet this city has been to me since I first arrived.
With all of it said, I also miss my family and hope to be closer to them someday! But hey, I'll know when I know. In church this morning we began our series on Jonah, diving into the depths of why Jonah fled from where he was originally called by God. He ran to a place where his fantasies would be fulfilled, to a land much nicer than the city God asked for Jonah to go. What Jonah didn't realize was God was pursuing Jonah just as much as the people he was called to help. Blinded by his own ambition to find a prettier life.
Nashville for me began as a place of fantasy. This city has creativity shooting through it's veins! Truly, in my biased opinion, it's hard not to love. Yet as time has run it's course, I can honestly say I love this city solely for the people I've met along the way. If I were to move away tomorrow, they would be missed above all else. The rest of it? Manageable without.
I'm praying this week I'm not blinded by my definition of a pretty life like Jonah. Or at least when I am, I realize it and turn to the heart of God instead.
Three cheers for personal growth (or at least the attempt of it)!
Here's to hoping Monday treats you better than most.