Do I Really Have To Live Here?

If there is one thing that I know about my life, it’s that I never expected to end up on Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I never thought it would happen. My family was shocked when I chose to attend LSU last fall. I was in disbelief. I never saw it coming.

So, why did I do it? If we are being completely honest here, I’m not really sure. I never wanted to go to LSU, and I never wanted to live in Baton Rouge. My ultimate college goal was to go to a small liberal arts college in the north without a football team. Instead, what I got was one of the top SEC schools, with over twenty-five thousand students, in the heart of the south. It was definitely unexpected.

Once I had made my decision, my parents made me stick to it. About every two weeks, from the time I officially made my decision at the end of February last year until the day after I moved in, I begged my parents to let me go somewhere else. The answer was no. This was the decision that I had made, so I was going to deal with it.

 
 

Problem, I didn’t know how to deal with it. My college situation was not ideal, and I am an idealist. I felt like I didn’t belong in Baton Rouge, I felt like I lacked the school spirit in what it took to be an LSU tiger, and I felt so out of my comfort zone it wasn’t even funny.

I hated Baton Rouge, and it’s so crazy, because for people who know me now, I am a Baton Rouge fanatic. I love this city so much, and I love the people even more. Why, or better yet, how?

I was challenged to live outside of my comfort zone, and seek out my city.

It’s really crazy how this is all coming full circle because my pastor literally just talked about this on Sunday, and he challenged us to live like we were on mission in our own city. In moving to Baton Rouge, I took the verse Jeremiah 29:7 to heart, “Seek out the welfare of the city of which I have exiled you to, and in its welfare, you will find your welfare.”

The first time I read that, I thought the verse was written for me because of how much I could connect to that. I did not want to be in Baton Rouge, I had no intentions of living in Baton Rouge, and I did not plan to stay in Baton Rouge, but that does not change the fact that this is where I live.

If I live in this city, I am called to this city. I’m not saying that I am going to live here until I die, but for the time being, this is where I am. This is my mission field.

Pause. I know that we just got to the really awesome part where I start making sense and this post started having some direction, but if you check back tomorrow for part two, I promise I won’t let you down. Just kidding, I can’t promise you that. But, here’s to hoping!