Nomad?

Since I’ve been back from Mexico I’ve been living out of my suitcase. I’ve been in limbo waiting for word about where to move to next. I haven’t been able to take my clothes out of my suitcases and place them neatly in drawers; they’re all piled in bags for me to dig through and say to myself, ‘I know that black three-quarter length shirt is in here.’ If you’ve ever been on vacations longer than a week, you might know the feeling. I have the type of personality that likes to get settled before I can feel comfortable beginning something else. The first thing I do when I get back from a trip is empty my suitcase and put everything in its proper place.

Lately, as I move myself back and forth between states, all I do is pack, unpack and wash clothes, and pack again. I’m a nomad basically. Since I started college, every six months I have moved. At first, when I lived in the dorms, it all fit in my car. I slowly added on, but still can fit it all in a moving van. I have moved from the dorms→parent’s → dorms → parent’s → apartment → Disney → apartment → Birmingham → apartment → Birmingham → Mexico → and now another apartment in Birmingham…. Whew! I feel that there is no point in even getting comfortable in a place and yet that’s all I really want to do. It drives me crazy that I have my things spread across states-even across the border! I look forward to the day when I can unpack and have no idea when I’ll have to pack it up again!

But when I think about things, I know that I always have a home in God. All of these trivial things in life that I spend hours worrying about and crying over won’t matter in the end because the whole purpose of life is Jesus Christ. He could come any minute and instead of praising him or showing others his unfailing love, I’m worried about my next move in life. I will always have a home in him and all of my needs will be met.

My only hope is you, Jesus. My only hope is you. From early in the morning ‘til late at night. My only hope is you.♥

What's next...

Breakfast is something I enjoy. I wake up in the morning thinking about coffee. I like brushing my teeth with my Spinbrushpro electric toothbrush. I never really thought about how much I would miss the changing of seasons. In Mexico, temperatures do get cooler, but the changing of the leaves from summer to fall is absent. I missed the familiar smell of my house that is filled with all the memories from childhood. I missed the two most amazing faces that God has blessed me with, always happy to see me. I am glad to be back home with my parents.

I learned a lot about myself while I was away. I’ve always thought of myself as an adventurer. I have told myself that I don’t want to be the girl that stays in a small town and is content with it. But maybe it’s not so bad. Maybe that’s really what I want. I like routine. I like to be on a schedule. I like convenience. I like being surrounded by friends and family. If I could do it all again (go to Mexico), I would, but it sure feels good to be home!

When things didn’t work out in Mexico I wasn’t sure what would happen when I came back home. I wasn’t sure about the next month of my life, but faith and prayers worked. Today I found out that I will be teaching in Birmingham, AL starting January 4^th; the place where I hoped to be all along. It’s easy for me to forget that God does have a plan for me and it’s better than I would have ever thought of. He’s helped me out a lot these past few months. Besides teaching me more about myself, he has really taught me to take things one-step at a time and rely more on him. I catch myself time after time fretting over what will happen next. Lately, it’s been easier to hand-over all my worries and concerns and leave them at His feet. Maybe Mexico had a far deeper purpose than I had ever thought.