I keep getting mail forwarded to me from friends. They are so sweet to help me keep track of myself, the ceaseless gypsy. But why do I need that? Well….
I just counted, and I have lived in 16 different places since 2004.
I love my life and I love my Jesus and I am not complaining. I am so grateful that God will go to such extensive lengths to keep me from the delusion that home means a place anywhere other than in His arms. What are the extremes He takes you to in order to keep you in the truth? What are the lengths to which you’ve seen him lovingly travel, against the course of this world, to keep you His?