You read the title right, and starting in July that’s exactly what I will be: homeless.
Don’t get me wrong, the sweetest little town in the world (Cave City, Arkansas) will always be my hometown. My parents’ and grandparents’ country homes will always be open for me. But honestly, I myself will become homeless for 11 months straight.
And I could not be more excited!
Many of you who know me can attest that I may be one of the biggest clean freaks on the planet. I love to be clean. I require at least one shower a day, if not more. I have a deep affection for hand sanitizer, anti-bacterial soap, and clean clothes. I never eat food that touches the floor (not even under the 3 second time rule) and I absolutely HATE public restrooms. I don’t even like hot weather for the fact that it makes people sweat more, and with that people smell worse. I know, I sound like a spoiled brat.
But, this spoiled brat of a clean freak is going to get dirty. I may very well be sleeping for MONTHS (not days or weekends) in a tent. As in on dirt. In nature. You know, where indoor plumbing is a distant dream. I will have to get used to “bucket showers” and being sweaty. Who knows, maybe I’ll even like it?
All of that comes with the territory when one becomes homeless, though. Jesus was actually “homeless” if you read your Bible. In Luke 9:58 He says that the Son of God has no place to rest His head, as in no house for Him to call “home.” He went from place to place staying with friends, relatives, people who He may or may not have known or barely knew. All the while God took care of Him. Father instructed His Son, provided for His Son, and worked through His Son. And guess what? God didn’t just allow Jesus to be homeless, He planned for Him to be! Jesus knew His real home was in Heaven with His Father, so a place on Earth couldn’t compare.
Exactly!
My home is in Heaven, and I’m ready to trade in the comforts of this life (such as my hand sanitizer and Western plumbing) to store up some treasures in my real home, my forever home. I want to be just like Jesus — faithful and trusting through His homelessness. I consider any idea a good one if it truly can be prefaced with “just like Jesus!” and can be carried out by the instruction of God.
So yes, I’m excited to be homeless. For 11 months. In Bulgaria. And Albania. And Romania. And Turkey. And India. And Nepal. And China. And Mongolia. And South Africa. And Swaziland. And Botswana. It’s going to be very different and very hard, but oh so very worth it!
P.S. Want to help support me financially on the World Race (you know, even homeless people need to eat and all that stuff)? If you do, there’s a nifty little “Support Me!” tab to your left (<—-) that you can click on that will lead you to where you can donate. Every little bit helps. Seriously, even one dollar. Or five. Or any amount.
P.P.S. (Or is it PSS? I never know.) Thank-you for spending a few minutes of your valuable time to read my blog. Much love!
