Where the big buildings reach to the heavens and the big wigs power play all day.
I've shared here that my family and I long for the lush country quite often.... that open spaces, and wide plots of dirt, and tree covered trails, are something we pine and ponder often.
But there has always been a portion of my soul that thrills at the thought of a big city.
When my parents and I would make a yearly trek across the nation from Ohio to Texas when I was a teen - I would beg and whine and throw fits about stopping and staying right smack in the middle of some large metro.
Nashville was a favorite. Memphis , too.
Occasionally, they would give in to my cajoling - and book a room in one.
I loved the bustle of the big time, then.
And still do, deep down.
Being where the action is, where the trends roll, where deals and destinies are mode - there is an aspect of this that woos me.
So today....we will load the van and ride a short highway - and discover downtown again.
Because Fridays are Saturdays for us now.
And Saturdays are Mondays.
And Sundays don't exist.
When your husband pastors and preaches - your week looks different.
You have one full day off, rather than two.
You dress and drive your kids to the church hour alone on the Sabbath.
And your Sunday lunch is sans Daddy.
I am truly okay with all of this.
His schedule is flexible in other ways that bless me, but it is different...and it did take a while to adjust.
So, Friday is the golden day these days.
Any time I can have that man within eye shot of me the full length of the lit up hours - that is a good, good day.
He is in the kitchen fixing plates of breakfast for our three blonds right now....
Allowing me to have a moment with you before I scurry off to pack kid bags for our short flight down the freeway.
I'm learning that it is so important for me to punch things out in word form on more of a regular basis - even if I don't feel particularly inspired and faith-filled or up for it.
I work things out through words.
Weaving these few this morning, will make me better company today.
My husband and children rejoice!
As I'm walking between skyscrapers and wondering through city parks here soon - I'll be dreaming and hoping and asking and seeking.
Those high buildings in town - inspire high hopes in me.
Of wild things!
Like penning books.
And publishing poetry.
And writing children's stories.
And advocating though journalism.
And telling testimonies.
And travel.
And touching lives.
And changing trajectories.
And creating words and works of art that move people....
In every genre and mode.
London did this for me. It caused a fire storm of stories and words and shows to swirl.
Houston's not London - but it's here, and I think it will do for today.
May inspiration of some kind be yours this weekend, friends.
Bang-whang-whang goes the drum, tootle-te-tootle the fife;
Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
- from Robert Brownings Up at a Villa - Down in the City
