Shifting Cultures

Shifting cultures again this morning.

Leaving behind city streets and familiar places.

Going to where the rows and rows of matching buildings live.

 

Shifting cultures again.

I know He's teaching me to do this more. Better. Easier.

It's jarring every time. 

Because I take it in deep.

Even for a morning, I enter and live among.

I soak it in... their way, their pace, their feel.

Everything is safe and clean and car-convenient.

Everything peaceful and perfect - on the outside.

But I know. I remember.

 

Inside, we are all hungry for the same God.

Longing for the same home far away from here.

Afraid of more than we care to admit.

Hurting more than we allow ourselves to feel.

Longing for love - unconditional and unwavering.

 

Wishing we were brave enough to let shoulders drop, put feet up, and trust.

Wishing we could get close without so much risk.

Wishing we could capture the beautiful moments and make them last forever.

Wishing we had it together. Or even better, that we could all admit to one another that we don't.

 

We wear different clothes, even different skin, live in different places, think differently, live differently.

Yet the deepest places, the quiet moments... they are the same.

We cry out for our Creator, longing for something better, Someone closer.

 

When we strip down to what is real, we are more alike than we could ever imagine.

So today, I want to see what is real.

To not be distracted by changing scenery and shifting cultures. 

To hone in with laser focus on the hearts of man and the throne of God.

 

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