cupcakes and capitol hill
seattle is wonderful. fun, fashion, and september leaves falling in the city.
madness
Last night, I read this crazy article in Real Change magazine.
Check this out: http://www.realchangenews.org/2008/2008_09_24/main_v15n40.html
The bridge was built in 1932, and there have been 230 suicides from it since that time. I go over this bridge every single day, and now that’s all I can think about.
I wrote this in response to the article:
What weight can I carry, Lord? What weight do you have for me? The burden of death is strong- your yoke is light and it is easy. Your heart is good and perfectly loving. Bring me into your sacrifice. Teach me to burn my bridges and carry my cross. Teach me to love you with every part of me. When it’s easy and when it’s not. I love you and I love the ones you love.
And lastly, I wrote a ‘love letter’ to my city.
It was about two years ago, that you first beckoned me. I knew that I wanted to meet you, but I didn’t realize that someday I would know you like this. I knew just little things about you; like your winter moods, your beautiful mountains, your strong opinions. I knew that I could learn to love you, but I was so unsure. Did you know I would come? I folded up a map when the neighbors asked me to explain my reasons to come stay with you. Are you the one? I changed all of my plans, made new plans; plans to come and get to know you. To fall in love with you. You were quiet; even as I sold my bed and packed my clothes. I got on the plane and left what I had known, for you. Now, that I am here with you, home with you, I don’t know who I am. You are so unpredictable. You are scary sometimes, so full of faces and noise and confusion. Other times, you are exactly what I thought you would be. So much potential, so much passion, so many small answers to big questions. Why do you want me here? I have come to learn for you, Seattle- to listen to you, to share with you, to give myself to you. Let me love you. Let me fall into you and learn every crack in your sidewalks, every flower in your garden. Let me hear you speak, see you move, feel you dance. You are my city now, after all. Let me love you.
Brett Dennen
Is coming to Seattle on November 5th for an ‘intimate’ show.
How excited am I.
Just wanted to share that with you all.
Come and go, feelings.
I am so thankful. Despite feelings of anxiety and discontentment, I keep coming back to this steady faithful Lover who is revealing Himself to me more and more each day. I am in Seattle, and despite a 2,000 mile move and a new life, it’s been so easy to forget who I am and why I am here.
“You are here for my purposes,” the Lord reminds me. Here to reveal His work and His heart to His people in Seattle and globally. I am here because He called me. If you are asking me to explain the why’s and the what’s and the details about who and what and where- I apologize in advance for leaving you with no solid answer.
I can say with confidence and joy that I am here to fulfill God’s purposes in me, and that God wants to do something in Seattle. Something ‘beyond all I can ask or imagine according to His power that is at work within us…” (Ephesians 3:20). I honestly doubt everything. I doubt myself, about 400 times a day. I doubt this move and all of my circumstances.
But there is one thing that stays the same. God has called us to Seattle for this moment. For some reason, one we have yet to discover, but the process of discovery will be beautiful and simple. So, if you ask me how I am doing, I will tell you that I am full of questions, but that God is going to pull through, like He has every time before this. Please continue to pray for us. He is working in and through us, and I can’t imagine a better position to be in than that. Completely empty and restless for His movement.
September
Sorry it’s been so long. September is going well, flying by… I now have two jobs here in Seattle. I am working every day part-time at the Muscular Dystrophy Association downtown as an Administrative Assistant. I am also working at Seattle’s Best Coffee down in the Pike Place Market, and that has been an adventure.
I love the city. I miss the Minnesota humidity and I’m hoping that the rain won’t drive me too crazy.
I love you all, please pray for us. One word: balance.
