"Your life is a journey you must travel with a deep consciousness of God." 1 Peter 1:18 (The Message)
As I head off to Australia this is something I have found really touches my heart and truly captures my desire for this upcoming trip. Of course I want this to be a journey of discovery just like anyone who goes off on a grand adventure, but I am reminded that I don't always love what I discover. Granted, everyone finds out that they have flaws--obviously I'm far from the exception to that rule. However, I will be honest in saying that often what I have discovered in my trips is how shamefully easy I find it to step away from my faith when it suits my own needs. I desperately want this trip to be different. I want to return from my journey having found myself more in love with God and on fire for my faith than ever before. I want to discover strengths I've been blessed with and challenges that have been set before me. I want to use this trip as a challenge to my faith.
I plan everything. If you've known me for very long you know this well. Organizing is my comfort zone. It's how I relax my mind. And so, instead of attempting to control every aspect of my life's direction this coming year, I'm letting God work through this trip. I have a list of things I'd like to do, I know I'm flying into Brisbane and will be visiting with the lovely Colleen for a bit, that I will be in Sydney for New Years (cause you can't miss the chance to be in Sydney for New Years!), and will visit old family friends who live near Melbourne at some point. Past that, I have absolutely no specific plans. I don't know what type of work I will end up doing, where I will be any given month, or how I will get places. What I do know is that in everything I have done thus far in my life, the "touché God" moments have piled up.* I have a perfect plan and everything goes wrong..."why God, why?" And then BAM. The new and improved plan pops up, brought to you by the man upstairs. And all I can say is "touché God, touché." So for once were going to try and do this without the year finishing with a touché, and rather a look back at a year where I truly let go and allowed God to bring me to the circumstances I was supposed to be in knowing that he is a God who cares immensely about absurd little things like gap years in Australia.
Side note. If you've never had a "touché God" moment, I really encourage you to take a moment and look back at your life a second. Look at the plans you've made that have gone wrong. Look at what happened next. Or look at things you cherish more than anything and look back at what happened to get you there. More often than not you'll see a touché turnaround in the midst of the times you were most frustrated or anxious about the future.
I have been looking up photos of Australia tonight and am being reminded of this insane desire in my heart to go and just be. Lately I have been getting so caught up in the idea of working elsewhere that I forget why i wanted to do this in the first place. I wanted to take a chance and live somewhere and experience all of it, and take each moment as it came, and sit back and just let it all in. I wanted to relive that feeling of sitting somewhere afraid to breathe, afraid to move, afraid to leave, knowing that the moment, once over, was gone for good. It is this feeling that keeps drawing me back. It's my internal Wanderlust: the feeling you get in the midst of travel when you look around, take it in and suddenly are able to see so much more clearly. They are the moments you realize that life is short and you cannot forget to spend time in complete wonder at the beauty God created. I can so easily recall moments in the past ten years when God has brought me to a halt, awestruck by the blessings of the moment i'm in. ...I'm immediately back at the edge of a small town in France taking in a countryside I couldn't tell you the name of...I can feel the chill of the early morning on top of a mountain in the Sinai as the sun begins to rise...I can feel the arms of friends around me, and hear voices singing at a fair in Germany...I can hear a good friend laughing as we wander around a graveyard spooking ourselves in England...and I have to wonder, what is next? Each new picture I see of Australia makes me crave those moments. Not to relive the past, but to have new snapshots. To be overwhelmed by the joy and sadness knowing this moment is it. Where will I be the next time God choses to ask me to pause for just a second? In the Blue Mountains? Camping in the outback? Along a highway? Staring at the sky? Laughing with friends in a hostel? I don't care, but I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am to find out.
*this phenomenal term was coined by the best bible study crew ever: B-money, lextasy, Bex, and Molldoll.
