I’m not a ‘city girl’ per se. I grew up in a town of 24,000 for most of my life. Some people feel like they were ‘born out of their time’, indicating they love a different era more than the one they were born to. In some ways, I feel like I was born ‘out of place’ in my passions and the way I like to live.
I like to wear heels nearly everyday, I love painted nails and makeup, I like posh coffee shops, ritzy restaurants, international relationships. I feel out of place in the country, I don’t like animals, seeing me in sweats or workout clothes is not normal (not to say it never happens), I start going a little crazy if I’m homebound too many days (or hours). Living over 10 minutes from Target or even the grocery store freaks me out.
So when the Lord called us away from our town of 24,000 to live and do life in a town of 400, I was less than thrilled at first. I felt the tension of the coming sacrifice weighing in on my life. Knowing that there would be planning required for trips into town, daily coffee shop visits would not be part of my life anymore and heels and dirt roads don’t real well together.
But then we met the people… and I fell in love with a group of people who did life and loved life differently than me. I still don’t love animals, still have the same wardrobe, still feel a little anxiety if I don’t see people for more than a day. But for those four years, I appreciated living 15 minutes even from the nearest Wal-Mart. I appreciated the quiet, VERY small town life we were living in for that season. I so appreciate the grace the Lord pours out when we embrace the offering up. And the Lord was merciful and had a Starbucks being built before we said ‘yes’ so that it opened up right at the same time we moved to that tiny farm town. *smile*
***This is Day 10 of “31 Days of Offering Up” – part of the #write31days challenge. To read all the posts in order, please visit the overview page.***