Can I just share with you tonight that I think I am in love with this city?
It may sound corny and a tad bit crazy, but I smile when I drive around town. I smile at fields of tobacco and corn. I smile at tractors in open fields and men with brooms, sweeping their porches. I stop and stare at broken down barns and the homes they belong to. Cows grazing in the grass and goats on hay bales make this little heart skip a beat. I even love the irrigation equipment spewing water on parched earth.
My heart swells with the mere thought of a drive into unknown territory. I keep my camera in my console, just in case…
Tonight, I took the scenic route on a trip to the edge of our county. Deer stood on the edge of the road. A lone fox stared at me as I slowly drove past him. Beautiful flowers adorned the yards along the way, even when the houses were in disrepair.
My eyes are learning to find God’s beauty in all things.
As I took the drive back to our neck of the woods, I noticed the men sitting on their porches playing cards and drinking a few cold ones. My eyes were drawn to the groups of young men shooting hoops in the street. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t get angry on the inside when 2 walkers seemed to slow their pace to a crawl when the light turned green. Instead, I took the moment to think about the conversation they must be having.
I saw them as people and not an inconvenience. People…loved by God. Beautiful people and beautiful homes where life takes place. What kind of life, I’m not sure, but life nonetheless.
Tonight, I am so grateful to live here in Rocky Mount. Where tobacco fields and inner city basketball courts rub up against each other. Where small lives and small farms feed hundreds. This place where God is at work and moving people to think differently about their city.
I am so blessed.