Between God and Nomads

Perhaps my genetic make-up has not gotten over the grain of ancestral instincts that is within me - that nomad - the very same being that has always set foot to 'somewhere else' when 'here' doesn't work so good. It is that very same fear and repulsion I have, that perhaps I'm becoming backward with my life.

But let me see...

The backward fashion of constantly moving is no different from the same fashion of constantly changing - and thus keeping us forward.

But what I really want to say is...

That I am filled with gratitude despite the fact that most things go against my will. I am still filled with gratitude, because no matter where I am, no matter where I go, God always graces me, maybe not with a paved and smooth road, but people to walk the road with. And amazing that with these people, no matter how short or how long I have had the chance to know them - they create a remarkable impression on me. It is amazing, that even in variable times, I am graced with people who educate me, without their knowing.

But something else is that...

I think that it is not where you are, but who you're with that creates the difference. It is such an overwhelming power to be exposed to a diversity of people, each carrying a unique character, each coming from a different place, each with a different story - and the chance to absorb all that, or perhaps even an iota of that, creates the real change we are looking for.

God never forsakes us. He ALWAYS sends Himself, through the people around us.

Sigh... Im so tired... but what...