The Next Adventure

I'm going on an adventure.

I am trying to find the time to get the words right, but there is not adequate time.

I'm going on an adventure and I'm running pell mell toward the unknown.

I don't know many people that have oft had the chance to look at the future and have zero ideas about what it will be like.  This scenario is different than: "I don't know if it will rain next week or if I will meet my maker."  It is more like: "I have chosen a different life and I will move my oxen, my cattle and my tents to the mountain region to secure good relationship."  I have never laid eyes on said "mountainous" region. I have never felt the scorching of that sun.  Yet every day I wake and all my efforts are in pursuit of reaching it, and reaching it as quickly as possible.

It is somewhat rare, I believe, this position in which I find myself.  I'm dreaming of home without the knowledge of truly just what it will be. It can be exciting, certainly, and it feels freeing because Angela 2.0 is possible. But we all know, actually, it will just be Angela in a different place.

I love that God writes my story - He has killer plot twists.  He knows how to wring emotion from every scene.  He knows just how to turn the page and close a chapter.  His comedic timing is spotless and His dramatic flair is everything.  The chapters of my life are not very redundant; I am never quite certain what to expect.

I am not spontaneous.  Not really at all. I would settle for the quiet earth and growing things and words.  I would sip tea and bore you for hours every Tuesday afternoon with meaningless and meaningful chatter.  I would sacrifice affluence for a quiet life.  I would choose love and friendship above the pen and paper.   I am not complicated, but am complicatingly simple.

Therefore. I would stay.  I would stay in the quiet and established.  I would not push for the wild and unknown parts of the world. Dragons can come to me if they need vanquishing.  I can dance in this silver forest just as well as any other.

And then, one random Wednesday, the Author amends His story just so at the most unlikely of moments...

I know I can trust Him for He always writes a wonderful ending.  He will give me tears for He knows I need them.  He will give me laughter for such is the medicine of life. He will walk my journey and weave a story, born in His heart and for the purpose of reaching people, until we meet in an yet undisclosed chapter (trust me - it's already written).

I must go on an adventure.  I am taking a small fellowship with me.  I shan't be returning.  But, oh, the sights that are ahead!  I should only embrace the time that is given me for all to soon the book will be dusty.

Goodbye to this season.  It took almost everything I had to give, and then some, but eventually the purpose of the chapter was realized. Good has been done here.  Love has blossomed.  And I leave with a heavier heart than I ever thought possible. 

I hope we meet again for my Tuesdays will always need an ear and tea is always at the ready.