We spent the weekend in Seattle. Now, I don’t like the city anymore. I’m definitely a country girl. But I will admit, there is something special that Seattle holds in my heart. The reason isn’t so much the city, but the story of me.
You see, my life changed, oh, 14 years or so ago. The Youth Pastor at our church had taken a group of youth into Seattle for an “Urban Encounter” – an opportunity to leave our small town and see the city. The true, dirty, broken, lonely, needy city. We went to several missions and did a lot of urban ministry with the homeless.
This picture is of the Bread of Life Mission. And while I’d probably say Operation Nightwatch is more a key “place” it’s in a different part of town and I didn’t get any pictures of it.
So how this truly affects me is that it is where I fell in love with my husband. We had known each other since childhood, we rode the school bus together. But we never really talked to each other. The first summer we went on this mission trip, we kinda became friends. But then I still had my Senior year of High school, and he went off to college. My Senior Project was Urban Ministries and I organized a few blanket drives to give to the shelter.
However, the next summer we did the same mission trip, and that was the summer that changed both of us. We grew our friendship and our love. He returned to college in September.
Together, we served a few times at Operation Nightwatch while he was in college. Then shortly afterwards left school (on campus anyway) to take a Youth Pastoring job.
We were married not too much longer, May 1999 (coming up on 12 years here pretty soon).
In our first years of marriage, we took several youth groups on an Urban Encounter and served monthly at Operation Nightwatch.
Anyway, while I no longer have any desire to live in the city again (or really even visit), it is fun to go back to where our story all began. And reflect on how much we’ve grown and changed. Praise God for His faithfulness!