I’ve been called many things in my life. Lion. Mzungu. Yovo. Rastafarian. Nomad. Tall one. Blondie. And one of my favorites, the kid with the face. There have been other names as well (many of them unfit for posting here) that describe me. That reveal how others see me. Or the person they think I should be.
I’ve been called a Hippie because of my long hair. A Rastafarian because I sported dreads. Gypsy because some of the clothes that I wore (and sometimes still wear).
We use words to describe who we are. Who we were. Who we want to be.
Just a few weeks ago, I was asked to describe myself in only a single word. It took me a couple of minutes to come up with something and my response: Nomad.
For the past couple years, I’ve been wandering to wherever God calls me next. After I graduated it was over to Africa with Mercy Ships and the M/V Africa Mercy. Then my adventures with AmeriCorps NCCC based out of Denver. From there it was down to Ft. Campbell as a Wildfire Suppression Technician. Now, my next journey will lead me back to AmeriCorps NCCC, but this time down to Vicksburg, MS as a Team Leader for FEMA Corps.
They say that a Nomad is someone who moves from one place to another, rather than settling in one location. This describes me perfectly. I don’t want to settle, but to move when and where God calls me.
My faith did not call me to remain still, but to move. And with a joyful heart I look forwards to serving yet again. Leading so that others may not only follow, but grow to become leaders themselves.
Everything that has happened on my journey, all the joys and pains, I will take with me. Everything that has brought me to this point, all that I have been called, all that I have seen, and done, I take with me. I go forwards with confidence because I have embraced my past.
So call me what you will.
God Bless and PEACE