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Remembering back years ago, when my friends and I used to traipse around in cast-off capes and be lost for hours in adventures of our own making, still makes me smile. We would ford rivers, climb tree forts, discover new lands, fight battles and sleep under the stars. There would be drama, and love and fighting for a cause so much greater than our eight-year-old selves. The years have gone by, yet still the memories bring back the feelings of adventuring through the world.
We didn't realize back then, that in a real-life adventure the night is long when you are out in the cold and that the rocks really poke your back. There seems to be a lot of watching and waiting, and not so many exciting exploits. Simple things can often seem so hard, and no one realizes the heroic. And you cannot manipulate the ending and tie together all the pieces before the afternoon is over.
Yet, would we want it any differently? Would we want a life in which everything is rolled together in an afternoon, after which you go home? Or is it the very 'realness' of life, the every day hurts and growth and laughter, the living each moment in obedience to the King of Heaven, that makes this life that we are living a grand sort of unexpected adventure?
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