new day. new city. holy God. holy yoga.

 "Also, seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the Lord for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper.” Jeremiah 29:7

I have been dwelling on this today. This is how I feel about this city and this place in my life. I am simply getting to enjoy the peace and prosperity (and beauty) of Charleston, The Holy City. It is called The Holy City because of all the churches in view along the city skyline. There are over 400 places of worship here. I view it as holy because it has a Harris-Teeter on every corner, a Target and tennis courts down the street. Yet this is simply what I feel God telling me about my time spent here in this city. "Soak up all that has been laid out before you. Come and feast your eyes on all that inspires and delights you. Dine." I am and I am loving it. 

Today I joined the retired ladies for morning Holy Yoga at the Isle of Palms Methodist Church, where Ellen read from God's word and anointed our heads as we departed. It was lovely. I slid, leaning on my big red cart, all over Target with the mom's in yoga pants and bought yogurt. Dairy still is a precious commodity to me after living where it was hard to find. I then went to Harris-Teeter and bought organic greens and apples for juicing. Salve to my soul. I also went to the local produce place, Boone Hall Farms for fresh local vegetables and even fresher fish. What a glorious life? I get to soak it all up and benefit from the success and wealth of this city and her many markets and shops and museums and parks. I get to dwell in her peace and I don't have to be afraid. It feels so good to feel safe.

As I write this I feel overwhelming, heavy, weighty peace and feel sad and sorry for the part of me that was a little traumatized- that piece of me that realized that I am not always safe and there are dangerous places. But this is my Holy City and He is so, so very near. 

Tennis clinic tonight!

xo, 

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