“So, you’re like a nomad?” responded a girl at a Christmas party, upon me not having a definite plan after I got back from the Race…other than doing whatever the Lord tells me to do.
“Hmm…I don’t know…” secretly thinking, I may need to look up the definition of nomad before I respond to that question. Needless to say, it was time for me to go see what was on the dessert table.
So I looked it up. Nomad is a Greek word that means: one who wanders in search of pasture.
Huh. One who wanders in search of pasture.
But I don’t wander.
I used to wander. I used to wander in deserts, in the woods, in fields, in valleys, and even terrain comparable to that of a swamp-just those smelly, dreary places of life…and all of the above nearly always in the dark.
But I do NOT wander anymore.
I found the Narrow Door to the pasture that my heart was after all along. Because it was there that I found the Shepherd.
I stick close to the Shepherd.
Some have asked questions about what’s next in life, and my answer has caused some of them a little discomfort, anxiety, and a lot of shaking of heads. But I don’t tell the Shepherd where to go. And I don’t even have to know where He’s going. I know what life was like when I didn’t stick close to Him. And I never want to go back there.
Now sometimes the Shepherd will point out where we’re headed to next. (Which I’m not gonna lie, I do appreciate that)…YET even then…He doesn’t always take me on the route I would have picked to get me there.
THAT’S why you stick close. He may show you what’s ahead…but don’t run ahead…still walk with Him. Depend on Him for the destination and the route…He says to fix your eyes on Him…not just where He’s taking you.
There’s a song with a line that says: “When your presence goes I don’t wanna stay, and when your presence stays, I don’t wanna go.”
I don’t wanna stay in a pasture that He’s left behind. And I don’t wanna leave the one He’s in for anything else.
SO, a nomad?
No, my dear, but you can call me a sheep. 
