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A year ago, I was one of only two pregnant people I knew—and the other lived 900 miles away. About this time last year, through friends of friends, we met another pregnant couple, and before we knew it we were moving to Brooklyn, the baby capital of New York City, where we met even more people who, it turns out, were either expecting or would be in the next few months.
We spent yesterday afternoon with a number of these couples and their little ones, and I was struck by how incredibly lucky we are to have this community of young families. Typically New York City is billed as a habitat for singles, for professionals, for people looking to work hard and play hard. Family life is not a trait often portrayed in cultural perspectives on the city.
But there are tons of different kinds of people in New York, all with different priorities and different goals. Thankfully, there are more than a few who share ours.
To say that we have been blessed with a good community in this new home of ours would be an understatement. We have been positively flooded with God’s grace as we meet more and more young families and more and more young couples who are trying to start families.
We’ve begun a fairly regular gathering with a bunch of them, and I am beyond grateful for a room where we can talk freely about birthing options, teething, parenting guilt and parenting triumphs, where we can share our experiences and learn from others’, where we can make plans and watch our children learn to play and share with each other. That there’s always good food and drink to sample only adds to the pleasure of these times together.
Although I still struggle every day to trust God completely, this community we have is proof that trust in Him does bear great fruit. I couldn’t see it a year ago, but my loneliness was about to be replaced with a gaggle of friends, the anxiety in my mind with peace in my heart, and my fears with laughter.
God truly does work in mysterious ways, and I have a sense that later in life, when circumstances are not as joyful as they are now, I will have this time to look back on as real, tangible evidence of God’s love. Married life, parenting, starting a small business—none of these things is easy. But I have seen how they become easier with trust, with God’s grace, and most importantly, with love.
I think, for the first time, I’d agree that New York really is the greatest city in the world.