Friday, September 8, 2017

VAGABOND




During a recent conversation with #2 Son, I laughed and told him he had moved so many times that I needed a new page in my address book for him.  It occurred to me this is the pot calling the kettle black.  After staying in one spot almost 30 years, and living in only two in forty years, I have moved four times in six years.  There seems to be a bit of wanderlust in me too.



I have done quite a bit of wandering around while on trips and in the searching for a home department.  I seem to be searching for something--and truthfully am not sure what that something is.  When in the midst of the moment, I often fail to realize I am wandering and searching.  I am strolling down the path and looking off in the distance and forgetting to gaze upon that which is right in front of me.  My wandering could well be caused by failure to seek the Trail Maker--the Master Planner--God Almighty 


Perhaps my wanderlust is caused by my failure to be content with all I am blessed with.  Perhaps my failure to remain in one place has been caused by my search for the wrong thing.  Perhaps I am forgetting--Who is the source of all joy and happiness.  Perhaps I am looking to this world for something which will only be satisfied in the next.  Perhaps my longing is for the eternal and not the temporal. Perhaps I am a wayfaring-wandering stranger in this secular world. Perhaps--


“Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need.  I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.”
Philippians 4:11-13

3 comments:

  1. For some reason, this song came to mind - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsVqjNTbUGg

    But you're too young to remember it.

    God bless.

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    1. OH I remember!! My children think I was around for the horse & buggy times- not quite but close!
      Blessings!

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  2. Yeah....I hear you...I have the same wanderlust...sigh....

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