5 weeks and counting...
I've been home from the States five weeks now, and it feels like a life time ago. I think I measure life in seasons, and I'm eternally grateful for that one. Something I learnt over there was how to take risks. That it is good to throw caution to the wind and just see what happens. Too often I am serious, I like to plan. Well, sometimes planning doesn't work out as I found after we booked a hotel (goodness knows where), packed our life from the past three months and escaped in the space of 40 minutes, hoping that there would be a bus to collect us at some point, somewhere along the way. And when it's 10pm, and you're lost somewhere in a city you've never been to, what happens next is perhaps down to chance (and the grace of God). But it worked...and somehow I managed to stumble along with my travelling family and explore a small corner of the world. Now I've got itchy feet, a taste for what is out there and confidence that no matter what happens, that even if I ended up alone and lost in an unfamiliar place, it would probably be ok. That there will always be somewhere to sleep the night and that strangers aren't as scary as teachers and parents say when you're little (although I remain cautious).
I love people, I love exploring their life through words, how they think, what they believe, the hopes and dreams that they may hide away. I love late night chats whilst lying in bed after watching over priced films from hotel tv channels, and eating someone else's sour cream and chive pringles ;) it's somehow easier then, once you've become a sort of family, to speak your heart and not just your mind. It makes taking your turn on the floor because there aren't enough beds just another part of the adventure. Natalie, Luke, John, Jack, Stuart. You guys made it what it was.
So I guess I can't just stop there. I was never one for having a whole life plan. Maybe some ideas perhaps, but this year has taught me (amongst other) one important thing, and that is to not worry and go for things. I dunno what doors will open or where it means I'll end up. I think that for some people, God will plant an idea. That idea will leave to fruit, which leads to another idea/adventure/journey. So from now, I'll go with the two year plan, but it's ok that it's subject to change. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it and I'm pretty sure that I could never have imagined it all on my own, anyway.
I love people, I love exploring their life through words, how they think, what they believe, the hopes and dreams that they may hide away. I love late night chats whilst lying in bed after watching over priced films from hotel tv channels, and eating someone else's sour cream and chive pringles ;) it's somehow easier then, once you've become a sort of family, to speak your heart and not just your mind. It makes taking your turn on the floor because there aren't enough beds just another part of the adventure. Natalie, Luke, John, Jack, Stuart. You guys made it what it was.
So I guess I can't just stop there. I was never one for having a whole life plan. Maybe some ideas perhaps, but this year has taught me (amongst other) one important thing, and that is to not worry and go for things. I dunno what doors will open or where it means I'll end up. I think that for some people, God will plant an idea. That idea will leave to fruit, which leads to another idea/adventure/journey. So from now, I'll go with the two year plan, but it's ok that it's subject to change. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it and I'm pretty sure that I could never have imagined it all on my own, anyway.