In some ways it feels like a reset. I knew I hadn't spent a Sunday in Sacramento for a long time, thus haven't attended church for that duration as well. But it took a weekend in Stockton and talking with some old friends to remind myself of what I'm missing by not having a home church. I forgot that this takes intention and going out of the way to be back in town, that I have to say no to some things elsewhere to say yes to what's going on here.
I'm here, Sacramento. I'll run a half marathon here next spring, not only because it's cheaper and flatter than in San Francisco, but because the American River is part of this new home. I want to love your downtown and midtown and the various neighborhoods. Present--I want to be present here. I'll always love the Bay and Stockton has a piece of my heart, but I believe in fully living where I am. Right now you are home because of my address and where all my stuff is. You are home because I have my own room and I can rest. But one day I hope you'll be home because I'll have things to share about you, things I love about you. I hope I can choose from places I love and not just the few places I love.
You already have bonus points for the American River, the marina, and the gorgeous colored leaves in my favorite season of the year. You have plenty of ultimate frisbee, an active running club, and swing dancing. You have cute bistros and restaurants downtown and lots of parks. Sure, you have your rough parts and sketchy neighborhoods, and maybe in the future I can testify that I can see goodness and God's work there (but for now I can only say that in faith). Regardless, good or bad, I just need time to be here.
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