PEACE....
now that is a word that use to be so easy for me to explain. Life was good. I knew where I belonged in those days. Well, at least in terms of at my church.... took me years to find out I belonged reaching out the the youth.
UNREST...
O, my soul is restless!
I know it now. I have the restless, wandering spirit of the Irish missionaries and gypsies of old. I knew by now I would be preparing to leave home. I knew it when I was 16. I wish I had listened to myself better. LOL! Oh to wander the open lands, going where He sends me!
PAINED...
The Sorrow and Loss of the past year, the Year of Sorrow, have left it's bitter scars. Death, losses, unwise choices, bitter wounds, and lessons learned. I may not be strong yet, but I am stronger from these trials. I am not praying for this life to be easy, just for the strength to make it.
ACTION...
With this all summed up, I am starting to really prepare and pack today. My goal? That I might be able to give up all that which is no longer needed or useful for the journey. My time in Kansas is over... No matter how much longer I physically stay, I will live as if I am a visitor, a gypsy goth on the way to their next stop.
Father to You this Life, I commit!
~ Morria
Here I am age 25, having just gotten done with my first summer working in Dine Bikeyah at BABR... Now I am in a city far different from the Pinon Pine and Sage Brush covered desert which I am in love with. Here I can hear the lone coyote howling his lonely watches through the night in the near by graveyard where he lives. Here I can here the ambulance bring the injured the the hospital 3 blocks away all hours of the night from my 5th story window. Here I can feel the breeze from the water of lake Michigan 8 blocks away. 
Yet my heart had no peace. I am as always a wander in a strange land, far from the place I call home....We know we just have no peace in the city and have to follow our callings... By the time our 14 months living in Chicagoland will be up, we will be restless and trapped by the buildings....already are just 4 months in. Still I love the city... but forever it seems the open road is calling...
As it was, I had very cross words with him. He had been told he could sleep on the floor in the living room with the mats and sleeping bags until something better could be found. Instead, he ordered Robby out of his room, put in an air conditioner (which no one should have as the wiring in that room needs fixing, and will be worked on in 2 weeks), and invited a girl we dont know over. That and he tried to get meds at the hospital, only to not want to wait the 5 hrs needed to get them (we later found out he abuses them). Good riddance. I am all for helping fellow gypies, travelers, and nomads, but they have to respect the house and the few rules we keep. Rekker did not. Farewell, I trust you find what you are looking for and some peace in your soul to go with it....
