I have been in New York for three days. It is a small city with a lot of people and a hotbed for culture and dog poop. New Yorkers say the “f***” as much as they breathe with no discrimination for whether there are children around or not. They are not as mean as people think, but place insurmountable value in wit and sarcasm. While a bit pretentious, I have learned the more comfortable you are with yourself the more comfortable you will be in New York.
The most important lesson I have learned in New York is that, I am not meant to stay in Houston forever. I know I tell people, I will leave Houston eventually, but these past three days have nailed in that truth, in the same way moving to Houston did for me in 2012.
The following is an excerpt from my personal journal (Yes, I write things that no one else gets to see). Most times, when I write in my journal it is to God. So, remember that when you are reading.
Living in Houston, I have settled there. It has been almost 4 years. However, I am not called to “settle down” there. I am not supposed to be in the United States forever. Remembering that resettles my heart and creates a contentment in my singleness that was not present before. Singleness is not freedom per se. (As if marriage was bondage) Singleness is increased opportunity for ministry…
…Father, give me a divine discontentment with this season. I do not want a bitter heart. I do want a longing for whatever You deem as the next step.
Atlanta is not home.
Houston is not home.
New York is not home.
Heaven is home. Point me in the direction of an earthly dwelling place.