Past Reflections
My solo road trip to small town, Wisconsin, had me reflecting on a city which reflects the past.
I pondered as I drove through my city of birth, which had changed so minimally in the years since I’d left.
Indeed, it was a near identical reflection of the city in which I grew up.
The stores were the same. The houses were, too. The streets still felt the same.
The city still moved to the same small city beat.
It seemed, somehow, that the only thing that had changed was me.
It was charming and comforting.
In a world that races to reach each trend first, small town America sits, surprisingly, unaffected.
May we seek not after the hustle and bustle of trends and tiktok mania.
And instead keep our eyes focused on the only things that last.
“For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:18
