Time to take flight... yet again

A few weeks ago I received news that I would need to find new living arrangements.

Sighhhh...

I'm just far too familiar with such circumstances...

It all began once upon a time in my mother's home. To this day I do not know exactly what pushed her to do it, but she kicked me (along with my four year old lil girl) out. From that day forth I have been unable to establish roots anywhere. That's 'bout eight years of wondering where in this world I truly belong and why I can't find it. On top of my own personal pain, it is especially painful to have to pull my sweet Abby along with me. I want so much for her to have a place she can call HOME for longer than a year or so. Likewise, I'd like to be able to do the same.

How have I managed this incessant pattern of my life? By the mighty love and grace of God. There's not other way to explain it. We have yet to go without a roof over our heads and a place to lay in the night.

Still, I wonder, I ask, I plead... "What the heck God, where do I belong? Where is my home??" His answer every time, "With me."

Ughhhh... what bittersweet reality.

Yes, I know my place is beside my Lord. And I am grateful beyond measure that He has sacrificed His life for my pitiful one. But, I'm still stuck in this world until He otherwise says so and it would just be nice to stop feeling displaced.

So where has His gentle breeze guided this bird in flight? To the Mission House. The Mission House is the current home of four of my friends and fellow sisters in Christ. It happens to be located on Mission, hence the nifty name. I am looking forward to moving in by the end of March and experiencing God's plan for me, my sweet Abby, and the Mission House ladies.

Will we be there long? Only the the Lord knows! As He constantly reminds me.

"For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." ~Jeremiah 29:11

Excuse my language, but WTF??!

So, after NOISE practice this afternoon I decided to stop by one of my favorite chicken joints (that shall remain nameless). I was doubly excited because for one, it’s some oh so good chicken, and second, I had found my “buy 10 get one free” card… so lunch was on them. And ya’ll know I’m B-roke! Anywho, the owner knows me in that I’ve been going there for more than 15 years kinda way. As usual he made small talk, inquiring about my studies in, what was it… criminal justice? Uhh… social work, and it’s going good thanks. Then the guy wants to know if I’m STILL single. And I’m like, ya I am =) So then, he’s all… but it’s the holidays! What are you gonna do? And what about New Years??!! You need to “group” yourself! Uhhhh… excUse me? “Group” myself?? So I tell the guy it’s all good and I’m happy being single. He just looks at me like I’ve all but lost my mind and asks, “So what do you do then??”. I school the man and inform him that I’m plenty busy with lots going on in my life and I don’t need a man. He remains silent, nods, hands me my chicken, and wishes me a good holiday.

As I walk to my car, perplexed, with chicken in hand, I remember a conversation I had not too long ago… A friend *cough cough* of mine was badgering me because I told him I was happy being single. He went on and on and on and on and on and on and on (I think you get my point) as to how ridiculous the notion that I was happy being single was. Then he thought it would be important to warn me that I'm getting close to 30, and I'm running out of time to find me a man!

WTF??!

Now I ask, ma' peeps… Why I gotta have a man?? What is so wrong with me being content as a single lady? Don’t get it twisted now, I’d like to find me a good man, but I don’t need one mang! And I sure as H-E- Double hockey sticks am not out there hunting one down like a cheetah after some wildebeest meat! Ya feel me??