No longer a Gypsy
It all begins with an idea.
I have always looked at myself like a gypsy. What is a gypsy? Someone who wanders. Someone who has no home. Someone who doesnt belong anywhere. While I do have a wandering heart, I do belong somewhere. I have someone who claims me. No, I’m not talking about my boyfriend, although he claims me too. I am talking about God. My whole life I’ve been wandering around believeing I don’t belong anywhere. Believing I’m unloveable and there was something wrong with me. In reality none of that was true.
God has always been right there. Always loving me, always just waiting for me to choose him. He has always been waiting and I have been the one to run away. This whole time it’s been me keeping me from God the one who truly loved me. I belong with him. He calls me His. I bet he’s just been up there shaking his head, or even rolling his eyes at me. Like girlllllll you have a place with me, what are you doing? I love you so much I bled for you. I WANT YOU! Stop calling yourself a Gypsy, you’re not. You are my daughter.
How could I be so naive? How could I waste so much time running, when I had a home to go to?
Ephesians 2:19 says: “Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the saints, and of the household of God.”
Why did it take so many years for this to really sink in? How could I not realize? I will never have to wander in search of a home ever again, because I have a home in Jesus Christ.
Jessica
