I love adventure.
We just spent a lovely weekend at the Ocean.
We got to Brookings and our Bronco started making a weird noise and our tire was being held on with ONE lug nut instead of FIVE. I had prayed before we left. I have never done that before. (Not out loud with the family as we were driving out of town anyway.) I thought it was very interesting that we broke down 15 minutes before closing time, right by a tire store. The manager had them stay an hour late and fixed it for us.
Since the alternative was having an accident while we were driving down the mountain, I was very happy with my God.
My adventure longing is satisfied.
For the moment.
It got me thinking though. What is the real adventure of Life? What sorts of adventure should I be seeking? What are the adventures that really mean something?
As humans we have so many choices in how we spend our time and thoughts.
I know we are called to follow Christ. I know we are called to love those around us everyday and that isn't easy. Is there more? What am I missing?
I am so glad God isn't boring.....