The Nine Year Nomad

I was scrolling through my friends list on Facebook a while back and had the realization that some of my friends are still living in the town in which they were born and went to school in. There are even some people who have never traveled out of their state.

Have you ever had that moment when you say: “Wow, I never could”? I suppose I can thank my parents for installing the travel/adventure itch as every year we left our state for our 1-2 week adventure in the Blue Ridge mountains.

Pondering this has made me realize, yet again, I have a 3 year itch. Three years and I change locations, or jobs, or something. I suppose one could blame it on the desire to learn something new….or boredom…or needing a new challenge.

But the nomadic lifestyle I’ve lived these past nine years also takes its toll. For a girl who needs roots and community, it means I dig in and build what I need. Only to pull those roots up and try to hang on to the community I cherish as I move thousands of miles away to a different continent. My mom told me when I first started this journey of serving that I was the one child she worried least about in regards to moving. Why? Because I make family wherever I am.

Those who really know me, know that loosing friendships makes a piece of my soul die. So the constant struggle for me is to keep my heart open to friendship, risking my heart again and again to let people in, because I haven’t been told to change what I do. Instead, I’ve been asked to continue to trust, to open my heart up, and to live each day in the moment despite knowing that there is pain in the future.

Some days I succeed in loving people and giving of myself without questioning. Some days, the pain and loss is harder than others. Sometimes I try to hang on to what has already been lost.

To help in those moments, I find a friend to chat with to remind me that I have awesome friends spread all around the world. I pour out my heart to Adonai and am reminded that the cross is not easy, yet it is light because He’s there to listen and encourage and refocus me on what the goal is. And I remember the privilege I have to touch and be touched by so many people of different cultures and languages; to see the beauty in God’s creation that is reflected in the diversity of people around the world.

So next time you see me globe-trotting know, that while it’s a grand adventure of serving, it also comes with a price. I’m an ordinary girl called to be a part of an extraordinary mission….and sometimes the toll shows on my face a little more clearer.

About Traveling Mosaic

I'm on a journey in this world, hence the "Traveling" part of the name. My life is also made up of pieces that, when the Master completes it, will be a beautiful Masterpiece, hence "Mosaic."
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