I Will Praise Your Name at the City Gates

We are preparing to leave the city, and it’s surreal. I have packed boxes, sorted through mementos and winter coats and baby clothes and kitchen utensils and all the other things one does when moving. I have gone from a young woman eager for her next adventure in college to a graduate with a dream job to a honeymooning newlywed to a first-time mom while living among these skyscrapers and trains. I have done over a decade of life with the traffic and sirens in the background, a weird soundtrack but one that became mine. I wrestled with some of the toughest questions I’ve had, been angry at God, rejoiced deeper than I’ve ever had, learned hard things, and grew strong roots in Christ here.

Bunny Baby is a little over eight months old, and her face is changing – lengthening, looking more like a toddler, becoming less and less of