This Nomad has found a Home

My apologies for being absent for way to long. So much has happened since my last post. After being online dating for about a year, I began a serious relationship with a man I met at a Christian single’s group in Juarez. Then, after a year and two months of dating we got married. It’s been a month since then and are now finishing up a house we purchased. It was this morning that I got inspired about a revelation I just recently had and thought I’d share.

As mentioned, we moved out of the Ranch and into our new home right after our honeymoon, and are still working on making our house our home. Among the things we were fixing this weekend, there was a bathroom vanity that we were putting in our bath. It is a very nice vanity, a friend gave us, and it was not fitting correctly from the back where the pipes go, so we were thinking of removing part of the back. It was in this process that it dawned on me. My thoughts were along the lines that I didn’t want to mess with it because when we move it might get damaged. As I was thinking of it, I caught myself seeing how I was thinking like a nomad and realizing “this is it…this will be my permanent home”.

I grew up living like a nomad from an early age. In the first 7 years of my life we lived in 4 different places. Granted they were all in my hometown, Chihuahua, but still. That is not very common for us Mexicans. At least in my parents’ families they usually only moved twice maybe three times in their lifetimes. I mean, some of my aunts and uncles got married and lived in the same house the rest of their lives. My family was one of the exceptions. At 8 we made the biggest move when we migrated to the US. We moved quite a bit and finally remained in the El Paso area for a couple of decades. Anyways, my point is, I didn’t realize I had a nomad mentality until I caught myself thinking I would be moving again in the midst of setting up our new home. This home is permanent. My life with my husband is permanent. I had to let those thoughts sink in. And as I did, I remembered…

Flash back to my sabbatical and lo and behold one of the words given to me was Psalm 16:6 “The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.” I was also reminded of the Psalm that encouraged me as I sought after God during that time. It is Psalm 107. The verses that revealed where I was were 4-9. I can now see how He has led me to where I am. And the likelihood that I would find someone willing and able to move to my new hometown were even more scarce. Yet, how God is able to orchestrate and provide for us. Even though in my mind I felt I was here to stay, at the Ranch at first, and then later to live outside the Ranch, but remain in this little town. That sense of permanence had not made it to my heart.

Maybe there was a important piece missing and that would probably be my husband. As my love grew for him, I felt at home in his arms. And though I know things can change and God can still decide to lead us somewhere else, I love that I can feel at home and I can see my life settled in this little town where I can continue to serve my family and the Ranch and know that it was God who led me straight to this town to dwell in and now I can do as the psalmist instructs… I thank you Lord, for your steadfast love, for your wondrous works to the children of man! For You satisfy the longing soul, and the hungry soul You fill with good things.

Maybe you have felt you don’t belong or have not yet found your place. I would encourage you to lean into Christ. He will lead you and place you in the place, with the people and with the purposes He has for you. It might not always be as you imagined or easy and fun, kind of thing but it will enrich your life and the lives of those around you like you never thought. God is worthy of your trust and He sees you and has great purposes and good works for you to follow in. In my case, he led me to this little war-torn town, gave me a couple of kids only to later add a husband and another 3 kids!