I love adventures. I even love adventures when I don’t know where I’m going. That’s why I’m in Georgia right now. Staying in someone’s else’s house, eating borrowed food, not getting a job, and generally being incredibly irresponsible.
I’ve decided that I’m a little too good at getting lost.
Don’t worry. So far, I’ve only had to turn my car around three times after missing the right road. I am rather expecting that number to go up though. No GPS this time.
Some skills you’re not supposed to be proud of.
“But let him who boasts boast about this: that he understands and knows me, that I am the Lord, who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight,” declares the Lord.
So, if I don’t have a business plan - or a fail-safe blueprint - or a comprehensive question and answer sheet - or even a vague idea of how much it will cost - then I can say this. And this is what I mean: I am here to know Jesus. That’s really the bare heart of it. How can I know Him unless I seek Him? How can I seek Him unless I listen? How can I listen unless I follow?
“Follow Me,” Jesus says. “Give everything away, and then come, follow Me.”
It is a lot to give up, a lot to lose. But it’s not too much. He’s never yet asked more than I could afford to lose. The things I let go of now seem like much as I open my hands to them. As I ungrasp, as I let go. Especially when I don’t have anything new to hold onto right away.
But some day in the light of Eternity . . . it will be as nothing. It will be giving away a worthless rock to gain a priceless jewel. It will be letting go of a bent, broken walking stick to hold the hand of God. It will be walking away from a muddy, trickling creek for the vast, unending ocean. I would rather lose all of it for a lifetime than lose Him for one day.
