“For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from sin and death.” (Romans 8:2)
So if we really take this to heart, where can we go in this world and how, that doesn’t have the utmost freedom and carefreeness of the Lord Jesus behind it? Or you could simply stay where you’re at and continue to infuse the area with the light that is in you.
“And because he was of the same craft, he abode with them, and wrought: for by their occupation they were tentmakers.” (Acts 18:3)
Think about what it is you do. Your vocation or any special skills you possess. That for which you went to school and obtained a degree. You have this pass in the world that enables you to do what you’re able and serve others. Maybe make a living. While the “hobo” of Americana has mostly faded, the symbol remains. This idea that you can “hop a train” and escape the weary hum-drum of daily life is wistfully romantic. But when you think about it, if you can’t surmount the dreary cares and boredom where you’re at and safe, another locale isn’t going to change things. The thing that distinguishes the “hobo” is their willingness to work. And this isn’t say we don’t help those who are unfortunate if led by the Holy Spirit. The hard word of “if any would not work, neither should he eat.” (2 Thessalonians 3:10b) is not ours to level willy-nilly and whenever we feel like it. We have absolutely no idea the reasons someone is standing on the side of the road with a cardboard sign. I digress. The point I’m getting at is, do whatever it is you’re called to do and enjoy it. God has a plan, yes. And if you feel dissatisfied where you’re at. Question it, pray about it. God could be calling you elsewhere, yes. But He could also be putting His finger on a fickle aspect of your personality that, maybe, needs a little more seasoning before its done.
“And if ye call on the Father, who without respect of persons judgeth according to every man’s work, pass the time of your sojourning here in fear:” (1 Peter 1:17)
One possible etymology of the word “hobo” is the contraction of the first two syllables of “homeward bound”. Jesus promised us that He was going to “prepare a place for [us]” (John 14:2), a “mansion” in the sky. If we really believed that, we wouldn’t care where we were or weren’t while here. Homebound or homeward bound, it makes no nevermind. This place isn’t our home.