After long years of an exhausting journey, I tried to put my mind and heart at rest. I had this thought, ” Eventually, I’ve reached my destination “. Not long after I arrived at my conclusion, I found myself packing my stuff and moving again, searching for a decent home.
With exhaustion that hasn’t died yet, I’m on the road again with my luggage. Searching, but without knowing what I’m exactly searching. But one thing for sure, I’m going somewhere. That somewhere is a strange place that God has meant it to be a place that I soon call a home. I’ve visited a couple of houses, but this one particular place. A place where my heart felt its a home for my peace of mind and soul.
Standing with my two pieces of luggage, a new home where I’m now. A decent home. Till today, I’m trying to live a minimalist life style. Bring home only things that I need and can afford. A bed and a mattress. A small wood dining table with 4 chairs that is also my study table. A three tier stainless steel rack that I shipped home from the land of America. A stove. A banquet table. Counting still what are the things that I need without killing a lot of space in this small home. This thought lingers in my mind– most probably this is just another transit home for me …
So I believe, I am forever a traveler that what’s God has made of me. What about you? Have the same thought crossed your mind?