as i write this, nashville is under the threat of flash-flooding. the cumberland river is expected to crest to flood stage. though not nearly as devastating as the flooding we experienced only three months ago (where the river crested twelve feet above flood stage), it is certainly bringing back memories of that time. a time when i have never felt more at home here. a time when community was defined.
of course, i have seen community come to life in other places in nashville as well. whether it’s helping someone move, preparing for the arrival of a baby, asking life’s toughest questions over coffee, or being brought to tears over the honest truth of lost desire. community is alive in nashville and in my life. the past four years have turned out to be more than i ever expected. life is not full of mistakes or coincidences. god is not capable of such a thing. this is my home. the summer before i moved here i was interning with the mercy house in anderson, indiana. we had a few guests come teach us over the summer, and at the moment i cannot remember the name of the man who said this, but his words remain true: our goal as christians should be that we make our neighborhood better because we are in it. that is my prayer for the rest of my time in this city, however long that may be.
i realize these thoughts are all kind of jumbled together and that this is not the most cohesive thing i have written. but sometimes my thoughts are processed easier when written as they come