Streams of Comfort

There are times when I feel like a nomad in my own life. I read so many books that it can get confusing knowing which life I’m really living. Sometimes I want to be in the jungle or solving a mystery in Paris. Recently I traveled to Europe and the “nomad” feeling came back. When I found myself in a foreign city by myself, I thought, ‘I could be anyone right now’. No ties or chains. That fantasy lasted for about a second. Then I started thinking about my loved ones. The friends and family God has blessed me with and I knew that I could never truly be a nomad. I had a home in all of my loved ones hearts. It’s how God intended human relationships to be. We are called to be our brother’s keeper (Genesis 4), to love our neighbor (Matthew 22), and remember that God is our home (Psalm 90). I pray that we remember and cherish our homes and thank God for the blessings He has lavished upon us.

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Chasing stale dreams that never found me

Instead of walking the through the fields of new lives.

That was my trajectory.

But then the green steppes of Thailand called me,

The endless running waters of the Amazon knew me, 

The bustling streets of Brussels saw me,

The stars across a dark ocean shone for me.

And I knew I couldn’t go back.

I wondered if nomads dreamed of rusty door hinges. 

Or if people at home dreamt of waterfalls.

There was no new life waiting at the end of my epiphany.

I was a nomad with a home. 

When I ran terrified through the crowds in London,

You were there. 

When I got lost in the wildness of Inverness,

You were there. 

When I was crying alone on a beach in Mayagüez,

You were there.

And though I am a nomad in this world that is not my true home,

I am a nomad with a home. 

Alice R.