Out of place

Each time I drive into the city, there is one thing that amazes me.
It isn’t the confusing intersections.
(Yes, it says no turns…but see how you can’t go straight? I get it, but it drives me crazy.)

It isn’t the towering buildings.
It isn’t the culture and style.
It’s this:

Tucked in between tall buildings, tight turns, honking horns, construction, and chaos, is this tiny little brick building.  It caught my eye a few months ago.  Each time I drive in, I look for it.

The picture doesn’t do the tiny-ness justice.  It’s old, odd-shaped, and minuscule.  It doesn’t fit in among the bustle and overwhelming hugeness of the city.

After a while, I started to notice that someone lives there, or at least does something there.  And though they live in this odd, cast-off little place, they fly a flag and put out beautiful flowers. 

Something about it has touched me.  Even if we feel out of place, odd, and absolutely insignificant in the face of all around us, we still have beauty to offer.  We can still lift and help someone, even if we don’t feel significant.

I think this little building is me.  Or maybe, what I’m trying to be.

3 Responses

  1. c h a n t i l e

    I LOVE it! :) that is you :) It suits you! Loveliness amid chaos :) Yup, definitely you!

    August 9, 2010 at 11:00 pm

  2. Nicole

    i love that house in the middle of busyness. those places we find can encourage us to continue to be different.

    August 10, 2010 at 12:26 pm

  3. www.theevolvinghomemaker.com

    Isn't that what we are all trying to do? Hold up our little section of beauty amongst the constant throttle of life? Thanks for the reminder…:)Jen

    August 10, 2010 at 3:41 pm

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