This title came forth from the inspiration that what is not growing is dead; that even those plants and flowers that lay dormant when winter falls come alive in spring. Also, in our Christian faith we have hope in life after death. Beauty comes forth from ashes. We can dust off our old selves and walk in a new light; we can uncover our child-like sense of adventure and wonder and dream, discover and explore.
Uncovering our child-like sense of adventure and wonder: this is something that I often try to keep alive in my life. To travel along unknown roads, to stretch beyond one’s potential, to scale to high mountain peaks, to have that child-like faith and trust. I am sure my family will attest to this but I truly do take my child-like sense of adventure seriously which often can be worrisome (I apologize Mom for my spontaneous nature). But I have come to realize that we are capable of much more than we think we are. I am not sure if any of you followed my Congo blog but I had summarized the many things I surprised myself with. Before I go on I want to make it clear that there’s nothing problematic with a little humility. Our accomplishments are only possible with the help of God. I have done nothing on my own but it has been my Creator who has given me the gifts and strengths to do His Work. The realization that when we let go of our fears, whether these are fears of failure or rejection, and rely on God to lead us, we will do things we never thought we ever could do. Let us always strive higher: in our relationships, our work, our studies and our spiritual life. We are capable of much more than we think. Do not settle for mediocrity but strive to be perfect just as our Heavenly Father is perfect.
This blog is a story of unfolding adventures that hopefully will blend together experiences of life, love, joy, struggles, challenges and frustrations into a rich tapestry that I can share with others.
I thought I would finish with this quote that expresses my free-spirit, desire to go forth and create which I hope never to lose…
“Her life is condensed into a few boxes, and the rest is deep, abundant travel. She might return wearing a cloak woven in Tunisia, and the next time you see her, she has given it away and found another coat on the street corner. Her moments are shared through her writings and photographs…” -Sark