This is the country girl of the south sitting by her window enjoying brief moments of reflection on life in the city.
Sometimes I have felt the cage of this city and the barriers that have restrained my thoughts. The walls that man builds and the skies that are filled with with the towers of men's hands.
But then their are times when I have delighted in the freedom to walk the streets and find myself wander to a coffee shop or a near by historical bridge.
I have found myself staring into the depths of the past, placed brick by brick in the heart of a city, by lives that have lived only to die and be known no more.
I have found myself wondering at the architecture of a building and examining its design and my curiosity asks the many questions of why and how and when and who?
I have found myself lonely though surrounded by people.
I found myself staring at a sunset from God's marvelous hands. No city can block or outshine it in beauty and color. It is there for all who will see.
I have found myself hating the bustle and noise. But I have also found myself grow accustomed to the clamor as it slowly becomes home.
I have often wished for the quiet and peace of God's nature, of trees of the forest, and hills and mountains and meadows or even the gentle roaring of the ocean as it laps against the shore.
But I have grown to love city life too and see God's marvelous hand at work in the people. I have smiled at strangers knowing they are created in God's image. I have grieved over the heartaches and pain that exists in these souls.
I have laughed with the carefree and I have cried with the broken, the people of God's city.
I have been eager to leave, but I have longed to return. It's as if I have two homes.