an endless summer...

Bo‧he‧mi‧an [boh-hee-mee-uhn]
–noun
1. a native or inhabitant of Bohemia.
2. (usually lowercase) a person, as an artist or writer, who lives and acts free of regard for conventional rules and practices.
3. the Czech language, esp. as spoken in Bohemia.
4. a Gypsy.
–adjective
5. of or pertaining to Bohemia, its people, or their language.
6. (usually lowercase) pertaining to or characteristic of the unconventional life of a bohemian.
7. living a wandering or vagabond life, as a Gypsy.

[Origin: 1570–80; Bohemi(a) + -an]


I visited my old church not so long ago and Miss Carla (as I call her) the secretary there and really the church mom in many senses told me that I was "sooo bohemian." I was unaware of what it meant so I made her describe. I can't stand labels, but there was no denying it, bohemian I am. After all I did live on a sailboat for 5 months, and then in my pick-up truck for another five. I would be blind to deny it. I ask though, is it a gift, or is it a curse? This is the question I have placed before myself and more importantly, the Lord. For a long time now I have lived a life of reckless abandon, and within the last three years, God has changed so much. Trying to decipher between old habits that must die and old habits that just need to be brought under submission to Christ has been an interesting aspect of living. My bohemianess is one of them. I have done a great job of submitting myself to a worldy (I say that loosely) looking life plan, work like a dog, put myself through school, etc., and I enjoy it (school that is), for the first time. But, there is always a but, I don't care. It isn't important, I don't think it necessary, I have no obligation, and in some cases think that I am consuming myself rather than seeking first the kingdom of God. So...

I went home the other day to find a note on our door saying that we all have to vacate the premises by the 18th of October. D-day, and B-day, what sweet news. Where to go, what to do, I have no clue. A friend of mine is moving to Hawaii, and was talking about this place and it stirred something in me that I have been wrestling with since. Where to go, what to do, I have no clue. Am I willing to sell everything I own (isn't much to begin with), to leave and abandon the structure I find myself in? Where to go, what to do, I have no clue. Would it be honoring and bring glory to the Lord to pack up and leave? Where to go, what to do, I have no clue.

"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, 'My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust...'" Psalm 91:1,2

Read the rest, a prophecy of, for, by Jesus, but a prayer for us too.

Where to go, what to do, I have a clue...