Two things I do. Remember I am not made for this world. It cannot satisfy my longings. It will never be enough. Grasping for more of it does not get me closer to any arrival. In Kingdom speak: this is not my home. I'm here on assignment and I'm a gypsy. To try to shed my cloak of otherworldly oddity would not only be futile, but very disappointing. Because, underneath the cloak, I'm still a gypsy. This place doesn't have what I'm looking for. No need to pretend it does.
But then, sometimes it does have what I am looking for. When I look for Him, I can find Him. Even here.
He is here. He is here on assignment, too. I'm part of His clan, and He gives His own special powers.... yes supernaturally special powers. And so the second thing I do in my restlessness?
By His power I see, hear, taste and know.