I am currently a gypsie. But I did not choose to be, really.
One of the areas of life I perhaps have been looking forward to the most for a while now is having my own little place -far, far away from a dorm, an abode shared with maybe a friend or two, a few square feet to call my very first home. Growing up overseas with family on both sides and traveling a lot always made me feel as if my heart were in two places and that days were lived out of suitcases. College helped some, but dorm life held its own attacks against feeling at home.With suddenly an earlier-than-expected graduation, I could dare to dream that finally off-campus living would be for me sooner than anticipated! Farewell to showers shared by two dozen; a million goodbyes to loud halls past ten P.M.; and adios to hall-meetings I struggled to remain awake through. I was more than ready to call for a year of jubilee.
I got hired full-time for this January in a whirlwind during a rather strange period of my life: a juggling of a senior honors thesis, a series of Thanksgiving travels, and a menacing approach of final exams. My vision for a cozy home-sweet-home turned into a nightmare of a frantic search for promised shelter before I left town for break with my family. Every seeming housing opportunity fell through. Every. Single. One. I am not kidding or exaggerating.
Needless to say, I became a pretty hopeless case of a college student losing her mind to senioritis, exams, and simply 'life.' I was so thankful when my mom pitched in to attempt to solve my housing crisis and helped dry some of my drowning tears. However, gone were the days when Maman could solve all my problems with a kiss or a band-aid or a fun story. Even she could not piece this puzzle together. I was about to leave campus, and still, I had no guarantee of living arrangements for when I would return in January.
But that's when I began to realize that being a gypsie sometimes can be a good thing.
''My God shall supply all your needs...'' (Phil. 4:19)
Hmmm. Right. Where's my house, then? Isn't that one of my needs?
I couldn't help but question, battling myself to believe that eventually provision for my home would come. The answer did come, but not in the form I believed it should. God did supply my need -in the form of dedicated, sincered friends who opened their home to my belongings and others who promised a warm and loving shelter for me. I realized that He had provided for one of my needs much more significant than an apartment: friendship -something that would warm my heart much more than my own four walls would.
Of course, I plan not to rely on my friends forever for housing (!!!!!), and I cannot help but envision what my own place will look like (hopefully very, very, VERYYYYYY soon). But in the mean-time, I must enjoy this gypsie life to its fullest and see all that God can teach me through this season. I know I can rely on the God who dropped in my lap this job that I was not even planning on applying for in the first place...even if I must remain a gypsie all my life...Because let's face it: someone who grew up with two countries in her heart never really stops feeling like a gypsie!
''Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for He hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. So that we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do unto me.'' -Heb. 13:5-6
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