My fiance is moving to Portland in 3 weeks. The first 6 months he’s there he will be living rent-free on couches, floors, and guest beds. He’ll be staying in sleeping bags and garages – living out of suitcases and boxes. Such is the life of a gypsy.
It’s sure to be uncomfortable – the lack of stability and privacy and all that; sharing spaces with people he doesn’t know; accepting the hospitality and generosity of others (that would be the hardest part for me); being away from his family and fiance; learning a new job; finding a new church; making new friends.
We’ve always prayed that we would be adventurers. That God would stretch us an make us uncomfortable. That we wouldn’t get stagnant in our jobs or where we live. We want to be easily adaptable. I want to be able to find a sense of “home” wherever I am and whoever I’m living with.
I have the propensity to dislike change, but I think God is shaking that up.
Wanderers this morning came by
Where did they go
Graceful in the morning light
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air