Faith

The other weekend, I came home from the grocery store, expecting the two boys in the family I live with to be tired from an early morning soccer game. But instead of sitting on the couch, they were loading up their parent’s car with rakes, trash bags, gloves and other equipment.

“Lauren, we’re going to go clean the playground at my elementary school. Do you want to come?” The oldest, Jonah, asked.

I smiled politely, replying with an absolute “Yes.” I thought it would be a fun, Saturday adventure; and it was. It wasn’t until I learned the reason behind our expedition, however that I became captured by Jonah’s excitement. At first, I thought the boys were just being cute. Then I learned that Jonah had spearheaded the whole clean-up activity, after being inspired by a book his elementary school teacher gave him.

The book, a narrative on citizenship, prompted Jonah to think about his own role in the Muncie community. With joy in his eyes, he told his mom he wanted to be a good citizen and take care of his community — and what better way to do that than to call on community members to clean up the local school playground?

So that’s what we and around 20 others did that Saturday afternoon. A little more than an hour, eight trash bags and hundreds of pulled weeds later and the playground looked immaculate. Not only was the clean-up beneficial to the school, but I ended up getting to know a lot of neighbors on a more personal level. All because someone 1/4 of our age saw a need in the community and wanted to be a “good citizen.”

I think Jonah critically understands something that we as adults tend to forget: that we need each other to help make a positive difference in the world around us.

A community can only be as great as its citizens. And if citizens do not invest in, care for and help their community to the best of their ability, the community will never be as rich as it could. Not rich in terms of money, but rich in terms of love and respect.

It’s easy to complain about the things we don’t like in the world around us. But at the end of the day, it’s doing something to enrich our communities that make the world a better, more loving and joyful place.

One week from today, I will leave Minneapolis for five months to finish my last semester of college.
One week from today, I will say goodbye to strangers who became friends, coworkers who became mentors and colleagues who invited me into their writing circles. It’s like Seattle all over again.

Leaving places never gets easier.

Even though I know I will return in January, the connections and memories I’ve made make it hard to say “see you later” to Minnesota. Sure, I can’t wait to be home and with my loved ones in Indiana, but I know, come New Year’s Day, I will have to say goodbye to them, too. Sometimes nothing feels permanent. Sometimes, all I want to be is settled.

At the same time however, I feel blessed for having lived in so many vibrant, unique places. Because I know that without moving myself to these places and without meeting so many new people, my life would look a lot different … and not in a good way.

Moving is a dramatic time of change — It can bring out the best and the worst in us; It can drive relationships apart; It can be downright miserable and lonely at times; but it can also wonderfully change us. And that’s where I think the true beauty in moving lies. Amid the pain, unfamiliarity, adjustments and confusion is this great opportunity to be immersed in a new culture, with different people from opposite backgrounds. My heart longs for my closest friends and family members … but I have much to owe to the new relationships I’ve cultivated. They have added to my knowledge. They have given me a newfound compassion and positive outlook on life. They have taught me more than I could learn in a classroom.

Transitioning from living in Seattle, to Indiana, to Minnesota and back to Indiana again has been a wild and crazy ride. But it has also been a journey full of joy, beauty and enlightenment. The more people I meet, the more my faith is renewed. No matter what separates us, in the end we all have similar hopes and fears.

Leaving places never gets easier … but stepping out of your comfort zone is an adventure that is always worth the willingness to take.

Most people would groan if their alarm went off at 4:20 a.m. on a weekend. I however, sprung out of bed and splashed some water into my eyes with a smile on my face. I was tired, but I was going to have a good day. Why?

This weekend, another dream came true for me. On top of working for a magazine company during the week (dream come true number one), I started working weekends at The Salty Tart Bakery. Between doing interviews and writing stories in Minneapolis, I was already on cloud nine. And now, this part-time job puts the icing on the cake.

I have the pleasure of working with people who are passionate about what they do, not just in the editorial business, but now, in the bakery business, too. It’s inspiring to work alongside people who care about creating quality products, and who value human interaction. It’s part of why I look forward to my work — because it’s life-giving. 

My fellow editors, writers, bakers, and I are able to thrive at our jobs because we value what do.

Personally, I wish everyone had the opportunity to work in the fields they are passionate about. I am blessed that for now I’m able to, because I know it doesn’t always work out that way. In fact, I know several people who detest their jobs but have no other option. The only reason they clock in is for a steady paycheck.

My hope is that every one of us can find ways to integrate life-giving activities into our lives.

If not at work, then elsewhere. Whether it’s a volunteer opportunity, or a hobby or engaging in art and creativity, sport, recreation, or whatever, these are the things that give us the energy and the motivation to keep moving and stay positive.

And if you don’t know what’s life-giving for you, think about what you enjoy doing. Do you feel energized after a walk, or a conversation, or a good read? Do you feel energized by serving or helping others? What creates a spark?

I could go on about why I think this kind of self-discovery is important, but I want to hear from you. What areas of your life do you feel blessed to experience?

Some things never grow old. Like singing a favorite song while driving with the windows down; watching spring’s first flowers bloom; or taking a bite of any sweet dessert. As John Keat’s once wrote: “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”

If we believe we were beautifully and wonderfully made, why, then, as we grow older on the outside, do we let time steal our joy? As if age were something to extinguish joy — as if wrinkles and sagging skin were something to hide away?

Last week, I grabbed lunch with my gramma, who had received a hair cut earlier that day. Her hair looked fantastic, but it’s not what I love most about her. You see, my gramma is beautiful for many reasons; what captivates me most is her spirit, the way she lights up when she smiles, and the stories we share. Her spirit is full of so much joy, and for that she is eternally beautiful.

 

The same is true for all of us, regardless of age, appearance, or social class.
An uplifting, remarkable spirit is a joy to be surrounded by forever.

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If it were up to me
I’d have a house by the sea
Cloaked in sunshine and grace
It would be an always happy kind of place
But because this dream is not a reality
I will instead find somehow to agree
That beauty, joy and love can be found anywhere
If I truly take the time to care.