“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.”
My mother used to tell me that even washing the dishes could bring God glory. The laundry, the soccer game, the swim meet, the small vegetable garden and blackberry bush in the backyard– all of it could bring a smile to His face. I used to think maybe she was trying to justify the simple life motherhood called her to; as I grew older I came to understand and believe that everything mattered. In the movie Chariots of Fire, Eric Liddell said, “When I run, I feel His pleasure.” Although this line was entirely part of the script for the movie and not a direct quote from Liddell himself, it resonates here.
This is what Urban Hallelujah is all about… Finding God’s pleasure in everything. He lingers everywhere.
Urban Hallelujah originally was made up of two wifeys and mamas– Krista, who lived in the Upper East Side of NYC and me (Rachel, in the picture above with my hottie of a husband David). I call home in the suburbs of northern NJ about 20 miles east of NYC. When we started the blog in 2013, we both had recently moved from the pacific northwest– the story is crazy and one we’ve written about here, here, here and here. The blog blew up in the fall of 2013 when Krista wrote this post that offered lots of laughs and for some, lots of controversy. Ever since then it’s been a true joy and gift to share this space with so many virtual friends both near and far.
In 2015, Krista’s family moved from the big city to a little town in South Carolina where her husband was offered an amazing opportunity to be a part of the pastoral staff at Newspring Church (which if you’re familiar with it, you know it’s anything but little!). She began writing for them on their website and has her own blog and has since left Urban Hallelujah to focus on her responsibilities writing there.
Today, Urban Hallelujah is me, just a wifey and mama who works full time from home in northern New Jersey. This part of the country is insanely fast paced– the definition of ‘urban’. It can be easy to get swept away in the rat race, whether you’re in the middle of the city or in a small cul-de-sac in the burbs. That’s where the hallelujah part comes in. In the midst of the chaos of parenting, fighting traffic, making dinner (and breakfast, lunch and snacks!), date nights (as few as they may be), meeting new friends and becoming part of a new church family and community, there are lots of hallelujahs to be had. Hence, Urban Hallelujah!
Urban Hallelujah chronicles my life journey and the bumps and joys along the road. Everything is for Him, by Him, through Him and because of Him. Looking through that lens is not always easy, however. Sometimes we have to squint to find the hallelujah in our urban backyards. When all I can do to make it to nap time is going for a Target run to rummage around the clearance aisles for randomness I don’t want or need– this is when we have to pause and find a hallelujah. Even in these moments we have an opportunity to bring glory to the One who we belong to.
Everything matters, even when it doesn’t.
Can I get a hallelujah? 🙂