I walk out my door and I feel like it’s a movie and every person I see is the star of their own lives. They are the main character, the lead, the protagonist, and they each have a story I could never imagine up.
I don’t feel like a main character yet.
If New York were a sappy teen movie… I would be that middle school girl at the dance who stands there watching, wishing, and waiting. (Cheesy alliteration for the win.) Oh, to relive old memories… Anyway, you don’t see her till the end when she delivers a random monologue about how much she’s learned. Then you realize she, too, was a part of it all.
We all want that… “To be a part of something”. It’s written on our hearts, for goodness sake. We were made for relationship. We were made to be a part of something far more than ourselves.
From my view, (leaning against the Paris decorated wall of the high school gym like a Nebraskan wallflower) it’s easy for people to come to New York and “dance”, so to speak. It’s easy to think “This is IT. This is clearly the more I’ve been looking for. I’ll find the love I need in the larger than life buildings, in the beyond attractive people, in the comfort of selfies, and the exciting opportunity for adventure that awaits as you open the door of a classic yellow taxi cab.”
And I think that is all beautiful, and romantic, and inspiring, don’t get me wrong. I, too, long for random taxi cab adventures. But what’s even more amazing is being in a city so tall, and having the courage to kneel down. It’s an amazing grace to be able to admit you know nothing in a place where everyone knows everything about everything.
And I feel that, bro. I have not a CLUE what’s going on. But I do know that the Lord is here with me. He is the love we need. I know He is here for all of us. Us, power walking up and down the streets of New York with a “set destination”… yet never really knowing where we’re going to end up. Sometimes, it’s hard. Sometimes, it’s really hard. But He is just as much here as he is anywhere. He is with all of us. When you listen, you can hear him. When you truly look, you can see Him.
“It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussing and fretting; coming in out of the wind.”
― C.S. Lewis
-You can see Him.-