Such an odd word for this…hummmm…
Sorry for the redundancy, but Again makes me think of moving, again. We now know for sure we’re going to be moving from this apartment at the end of June. That will be our fourth or fifth move in oh, 18 months or so. Crazy!
When we began this journey in Nov. of 2011, I never dreamed we would become Gypsies. We were just supposed to travel to Hawaii for Jeremy’s job for a few months while our house sold, then move back and buy another one. No big deal. Ha! God sure does have a sense of humor! Especially since I hate moving. I’m a pro at it since we moved so much growing up, but I really do hate it.
Well, did. Now that we’ve moved, again, and again, and again this year, I’m hating it less and less. I’m enjoying getting to know so many places and meet so many new friends. I’m being stretched to get out of myself more than I have in years. And I’m learning so much more and finding so many more opportunities than I would have if we’d stayed put. So, yes, now I am thankful to be a gypsy, though at the same time, I pray it ends soon.
Some days I fantasize about what my dream house would look like. Not your normal dreams, though. A utility sink next to the washer and dryer, a big backyard, lots of sunshine. God has a way of melting away everything that’s not important or necessary.
But I discovered recently that despite wishing for a house to call my own next, more than anything else I want what he wants for me. I’m so thankful he didn’t give me what I thought I wanted last year. If he had, we’d be living in OK by ourselves while Jeremy was gone for months on end with this job. Since we didn’t buy a house, we were free to travel here with Jeremy no problem.
So, yes, I know what I would like, but I’ve learned to hold my desires in open hands, because what I truly desire is whatever he wants for me.
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