Even as a child traveling to third-world countries, I knew my parents would handle all of the problems. I was ten. How bad could it be? They would find me a hotel and some food and I would just enjoy the ride.
Adventure, for the longest time, seemed easy.
For those of you who have achieved adventures of your own, I am certain you will have no problem attesting to the fact that adventure is definitely not easy.
In fact, it can be really hard.
The reality is, there will always be people who think you are crazy. There will be people who try and discourage your adventures, for a multitude of reasons: jealousy, perhaps, or mere concern for your safety.
There will be those who don’t understand the purpose of your adventures. (In my case, why would I want to leave the Front Range to explore food? Don’t we have food here? Isn’t food just food? What’s the big idea? What could there possibly be to learn that Anthony Bourdain hasn’t already covered? Leave it to him!)
There will always be reasons not to go. Money is a big one. Being financially uncertain is really big, dangerous risk. Family is another–it can be hard to leave behind the people you love, or even disappoint them. Safety is a huge reason to stay put, safe on the couch. You won’t get hurt if you never leave.
Yes. There will always be other options. Safer options. Smarter options. Cheaper options. Similar options.
But there will always be regret.
As you can see, I am reaching a phase of life where doors are opening, doors that have the potential to lead me to other states and even other countries. I have opportunities to pursue things I only dreamed of achieving someday.
I don’t have a huge support team behind me, but I have a lot of optimism and a lot of prayer. To realize that I am capable of embarking on my own adventures, chosen by me — heck, even financed by me — is a terrifying thought. I haven’t got a safety net.
I suppose that’s what happens when you’re faced with big decisions. You can take the smoother ride, the easier ride, the cheaper ride. The wider road.
Or you can take the narrow road. The rough and bumpy ride.
Now hold onto you hats, I’m about to pull out the Jesus card. The more difficult road, I am finding, requires more faith. Leaning deeper into prayer and digging further into scripture to find out if the road I am taking is the right one, and if so, having the courage to realize what faith really means… all of that is really challenging.
I suppose running headlong into life without much of a roadmap is a bit of a risk. How do you know God’s calling for your life? Living by faith is an adventure of its own!
Regardless, I am finding that adventures have unexpected outcomes. I think that’s the best part of living by faith–you don’t know what will happen, but you know it’s going to be good.
That’s where I am. Off to see where the road will lead, even when that road is a struggle. I would appreciate any prayer/advice/adventure stories you may have to spare!