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Creating space for your soul to breathe so you can discern your next right thing.

Finding Holy in the Suburbs

Today I’m glad to host author Ashley Hales in this space. She writes about home, belonging, and how to find God, even in the tract homes of the suburbs in her book, Finding Holy in the Suburbs.

Finding the sacred in the midst of everyday things may not be a new conversation, but we always need new voices telling us old things. I wrote the foreward for this one and can say with confidence that Ashley Hales is one of those important new voices and I’m thrilled to share her words with you here today.

I rush through my bedroom: scooping up stray bobby bins, putting away the earrings I’ve left on my dresser, scowling at the rogue sandal who’s mate I’ve already given away but haven’t bothered to do anything about this one that turned up unexpectedly. The laundry is folded but stacked on top of drawers. The odds and ends I stuck in a brown paper grocery sack still rests at the bottom of my bed. Suddenly, the mess has become too much. It must be tamed.

Perhaps if my bedroom is picked up, my soul will quiet down too.

I rearrange the tottering pile of books on my bedside table. I think: It would be nice to slip into bed with one of the books, shirking my mothering and writing duties for the day. I’d ease myself into a world of words, like slipping my sore body into a hot bath. And yet, here I am — the rush and hurry leading the way.

I stop to look out the window of my suburban bedroom. The tract home roofs pile up, I look to the hills and see a tinge of color in the trees. My arms full with stuff — I ache, then, for the changing seasons of Salt Lake City — how I’d lay down on the grass of our front yard and watch the yellow trees sway overhead, brilliant against blue sky.

I loved watching how a particular plant would change season to season, framed as it was from our bedroom window. I remember our city walks, the hiking in gloriously golden aspens in fall, the bundling up and the skiing in winter, the way the city awoke each spring and how people said hello on their porches on hot summer nights.

But I am here now, my arms piled of books and clothes to put away in my suburban bedroom.

My soul is cluttered.

Like practicing scales, I rehearse a familiar story. It’s easy to wish for a different time, a different landscape. That somehow “over there” or “back then” or “when I’m…” will satisfy all our longings for home and belonging. It’s tempting to idealize one bite-sized piece of geography — city, suburb, countryside, small town — and not learn how to love a place. Will I be able to take this long slow walk in the same direction of belonging?

I look all of it in the eye. I let myself fall into nostalgia and I repeat suburban tropes — that suburbanites are shallow or only care about their safety. Yet, upon second glance, I see how I, too, will rifle through the dollar spot at Target to try to be seen. I understand how granite countertops might make us feel like we belong. I understand this search for beauty and how I want it to be as easy as fitting into a smaller pair of jeans.

Yet, I know the God of the cosmos welcomes us into a belonging that isn’t contingent on the size of our home, our bank account, or our dress size. It is this spaciousness of God (which, as C. S. Lewis wrote, is bigger on the inside than on the outside) where we will find home.

And yet. There is still the ache of all the lives we have not lived. There is the ache of goodbye. And there is the ache of unknowing. Most of all, perhaps, there is the tasks of the day — the washing up, the picking up of bobby pins and laundry piles, the walking to and from school — that orient not only our bodies, but our hearts.

I know places form our loves.

How do I — how do you — begin to really belong to our places? How might we love our particular streets even while seeing the ways we’re unconsciously turned in on ourselves? How do we learn to be open, broken, and given for our places? Where might we feel free to drop the weight of pretending to have it all securely gathered up in our arms?

We embrace gentle and slow disciplines of staying put and starting small.

So on a day when my soul is as frenzied as my bedroom floor, I choose to learn how to belong here. I walk my walking paths. My husband and I clutch coffee mugs and walk our children to school.  We meet neighbors. We welcome people into our local church. We show up. I look at all the quirks of my suburban setting in the eye. I name the beauty and the brokenness.

Now, this is my one precious spot of earth I am called to be poured out for. This cul-de-sac is where I will see the glory of God.  Not in the golden aspens or green mountain glory; no. Yet, I will choose to find God in the glory of this ordinary making of dinner, in our soccer schedules, in the grace of another day, in people’s faces who are broken and beautiful images of the God who wrapped himself in flesh to be near us.

We start small and we stay put. We do the things we always do — we wake, we do our good work, we make the coffee, we pray to the God who sees, the God who embraces and clothes our failures and preening. Here, in the middle of a suburban tract home, I’ve come to the end of myself and it is very good.

I put the bobby pins in their drawer, I name the loss and yet pray for the grace to live well right here. Might finding holy in the suburbs start right here in the ordinary, and lead into a spaciousness of body and soul that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside? I straighten the teetering piles and pray it be so.

Ashley Hales holds a PhD in English from the University of Edinburgh, Scotland. She’s a writer, speaker, the wife to a church planter in the southern California suburbs and mother to four.

Her writing has been featured in such places as The Gospel Coalition, Books & Culture, and Christianity Today. Her first book is Finding Holy in the Suburbs: Living Faithfully in the Land of Too Much (IVP). Connect with Ashley at aahales.com or on social media at @aahales.

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  1. Sheila Dougal says

    October 20, 2018 at 2:35 AM

    Ashley the idea of finding the sacred in everyday living may not be a new topic for exploration, but for me your thoughts are so much more. You challenge us to break out of our suburban norms and be vulnerable and available and stretched as the gospel compels us to. Thank you!

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    • Ashley Hales says

      October 20, 2018 at 12:07 PM

      Thank you Sheila. I love the idea of stretching — such a good analogy. It’s practice, it’s work, but it’s often slow. Thanks for being here.

      Reply
  2. EmilyP says

    October 20, 2018 at 10:51 PM

    Really enjoying the early read! There’s lots of great stuff to digest in the book. Prime way to see where we can begin change!

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    • Ashley Hales says

      October 22, 2018 at 8:30 AM

      Thanks Emily! Glad you got an early read and I can’t wait for the book to get out to readers!

      Reply
  3. Quanny says

    October 21, 2018 at 9:54 PM

    As someone who loves to have fellowship in my home, reading these thoughts have been a beautiful guide to come alongside what we are engaged in.

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    • Ashley Hales says

      October 23, 2018 at 7:54 AM

      So glad and I love learning from others’ about how to invite people in.

      Reply
  4. Michelle Reyes says

    October 22, 2018 at 9:03 AM

    I love this excerpt! Especially the part about just showing up. There is such beauty in hospitality, but there’s also a much necessary good in getting out of the home and going to where people are. Thanks for this challenge today, Ashley!

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    • Ashley Hales says

      October 23, 2018 at 7:55 AM

      You’re welcome Michelle! I keep reminding myself that the mess doesn’t matter as much as just being present to people.

      Reply
  5. MISSY says

    October 30, 2018 at 2:56 PM

    Wow, that is a beautiful piece of writing!

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    • Ashley Hales says

      November 14, 2018 at 11:41 PM

      Thank you!

      Reply
  6. Kathleen Burkinshaw says

    November 10, 2018 at 8:26 AM

    I can relate to your post. I am dealing with my neuro pain condition progressing and trying to figure out my next step. Part of that is finding God in the midst of my clutter,which includes anger, bitterness, and confusion. I keep thinking if I get rid of these emotions,God will shower me with clarity. I need to remember that he is with me in my hot mess and time of discernment. Thank you and now I need to hunt down those bobby pins ?

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    • Ashley Hales says

      November 14, 2018 at 11:42 PM

      Kathleen, I just love this. I get stuck and sucked into thinking “If I just clean up my act/life/attitude then God will be kind.” It’s why I started the book with the parable of the prodigal sons — to see that God is that Father that runs to meet both boys when they’re, lost and ashamed, or angry and self-righteous. Praying for you to abide with God and know he can take all our messiness.

      Reply
  7. McKenna Jane says

    November 20, 2018 at 12:02 PM

    A beautiful read. Something I know we can all take something from, regardless of our season in life. I love how you said “this is my one precious spot of earth I am called to be poured out for”. It’s so important to remember that where we are-even if it seems on the edges of glorious and too close to the mundane-is where God has called us to be.

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    • Ashley Hales says

      December 21, 2018 at 5:36 PM

      Thanks so much McKenna. Yes — the small and the now are such important reminders. Thanks for reading.

      Reply

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