When we set off on our camping trip this summer, I had the word adventure on my heart. We were off for something new and exciting. It seemed appropriate. You might even remember the art the boy created for us to hang:
Yep, adventure. Right there.
I didn’t give it much further thought, as typically happens before my word comes to me as each year draws to a close. A week or so ago, though, it hit me. That’s the word for 2017. Adventure.
Last week, after attending Revolution’s Christmas services, I posted on social media about my (continued) struggle with leaving.
One of the responses in particular caught my attention, “I admire your time out or as Christ Jesus did went into the wilderness to think and get inspired. A definition of wilderness helps in clarifying our purpose.
WILDERNESS: loneliness; doubt; darkness. Spontaneity of Thought and idea; the vestibule in which a material sense of things disappears, and spiritual sense unfolds the great facts of existence. MBE Science & Health PG 597″
Adventure had been stirring in my head since before this post, but in that moment, I almost flipped to wilderness, wild, something along those lines. However, I came to realize, the wilderness is part of the adventure.
We are still on an adventure into a new(ish) town. We are not out of the wilderness by any means in our church hunt. Our travel tastes have shifted their way into more adventuresome outings. And, of course, the biggest adventure yet: our journey to parenthood through adoption, is still en route!