“Following Jesus means climbing, tripping, dusting ourselves off, and climbing some more. Faith isn’t a business trip walked on a sidewalk; it’s an adventure worked out on a steep and sometimes difficult trail.”
– Bob Goff
I can’t think of any other way to make sense of this life, the up and downs, beauty and tears, joy and pain, laughter and grief, than to see it as an adventure lived with a wild God.
It is a messy and exciting endeavor, one I can’t seem to get enough of, and at the same time, don’t know if I can survive another day.
Like most of you, I lean towards my version of safety and security. Saying yes to adventure isn’t my first response. I’d rather grip tight to my familiar schedules and well-worn routines, instead of stepping into the unknown, and letting my faith run free into the open spaces of God’s abundant grace and reckless love.
But every morning, I hear the whisper, a gentle nudge, “Come…Will you trust me?”
I can tell He’s excited. There’s a smile on His face.
How could I resist?
If it looks like I’m being invited into mystery, around a corner where I can’t see the outcome, or up a hill I don’t think I could survive…then, thanks, but no thanks.
Yet, in my heart, I know…
Life bursts forth and blossoms in its fullest beauty when I am willing to come alive to my adventure here.
When I choose to see this day, this season, this life as an opportunity to traverse the paths beneath my feet with childlike curiosity and wonder, there’s no telling where I might end up!
This is the art of adventure. The creative, fulfilling work of staying in step with God and waking up to His everyday invitations.
I’ve got a hunch you still count yourself out of the story He’s writing with your life. You want to trust Him. You want to dance out of your comfort zone, paint colors of hope and expectation in the wilderness, and forge trails into the deepest parts of His heart, but you have know idea how.
Oh, and those excuses we like to tuck into our pocket don’t help either.
The unknown freaks me out.
I’m more the responsible type, I don’t like risk.
My routines keep me sane, I’m paranoid to branch out of my ruts.
I’m not in a season to try something new. I’m working the daily grind and don’t have time for adventure with God.
I’m overwhelmed by the weight of it all, and life is just too hard.
I don’t have money.
My arms are full of children.
So if I could whisper anything in your ear, it would be this.
Underneath all the questions, the doubts, and the excuses there’s a woman who desires adventure.
And wanna know the secret to discovering her:
Whether it’s a high flying leap or a tiny risk He is nudging you take, let it be different than the next girl. The invitations He sends your way will be unique to you, designed to draw you further into His heart, into intimacy.
We are all sojourners, seekers at our core, longing to welcome the wonder of traveling with this wild God. Let’s champion one another to never stop climbing!
Traveling with you,
