It's not just an idea, but a feeling.
I have always been restless.
Like, extremely restless.
As a kid I used to spin in circles on my knees in front of the t.v. because i just simply could not.sit.still.
As I got older, the restlessness never left. I just found different ways to deal with it.
In high school I was in sports and as many activities as I could find…
I didn't usually care what I was doing as long as I was doing something.
In college the restlessness was even more prevalent.
At the ripe old age of 20 I took off to Pennsylvania for what would be my first adventure away from home.
I was a counselor at a camp for little girls. It was exhilirating.
Then when I had barely been home 2 months from camp I was signing up to spend a semester in New Orleans as an intern at the Louisiana Children's Museum.
We worked in inner city schools and I can honestly say the five months I spent there were some of the most eye-opening of my life.
But I was busy, busy, busy.
and I LOVED it.
Not even three full weeks after returning from New Orleans I hopped on a plane to Greece.
After three straight days of travel across the world, by myself, I arrived in Mytilini, Greece.
This was the beautiful place I would spend the next six weeks of my 21 year old life.
After over two insane, mind-blowing months in Europe, I finally returned home.
Throughout my senior year of college I took off on many weekends to Montreal and New Orleans for an independent research project I had gotten a scholarship for.
After being home for a while I got restless again.
I wanted to move.
To go somewhere.
To do just about anything but sit in Lansing, MI.
There have been many nights throughout my life where I lay awake in bed wondering why I cannot seem to stay in one place.
It's not that I am not happy at home…
I love being able to see my family and friends whenever I feel like it and to be surrounded by the comforts of home.
Ive watched many of my friends start permanent roots here or various places over the last year.
I keep wondering, "Why don't I want that?"
Isn't that what's supposed to happen after you graduate college? Get a job and start building the life you want forever?
It's just. not. me.
And it never has been.
I used to think there was something wrong with me.
But now…Im wondering if some people are simply meant to be wanderers.
Jesus has specific plans for each of us.
In the Bible He called some to stay put and some to move.
Maybe, I'm a mover.
All I know is that trusting God has been the best thing I've ever done. And Lord, if I'm meant to be a wanderer,
there is no one else I'd rather have lead the way.
