New Lands

I think I was born for adventure. The funny part? I'm not very brave.

But I have a hard time tolerating the status quo. Sometimes I'm too eager for something new. I'm one of those that must heed the admonition to not "change just for sake of change." I must remember that "if it ain't broke, don't fix it."

I've always figured that if we've done it that way before, we shouldn't do it that way again. Huh... That might not always be wisdom, do ya s'pose?

At any rate, I'm bursting with the need to break out of what has begun to feel like the norm. And this time I'm pretty sure it's not just a reaction to status quo. I'm pretty sure the norm has become too comfortable, too compromised, too apathetic, too satisfying.

Time to shake it up, stir it up, and strike out for new lands, unknown territory. There's more to apprehend in God, more of the world to leave behind, more "glory to glory" to attain. Maybe -- actually undoubtedly -- more death to embrace. Now doesn't that sound like fun.

So I'm reminding myself that without sacrifice there is no fire. Without giving there is no gain. Without death there is no life. But without life there is no point in living. If that makes any sense...

I'm looking at my life, feeling challenged to put away the pretty things, the fun stuff, the easy ways. I'll need help to press on. I've grown a bit tired, weary. So I won't move on in my strength -- it'll have to be His.

And moving on is what I want. 'Cause I'm not resting here. Not yet. Not ever, I hope.