The Trip to The Wild
It is hard to believe that the trip is over as it seems like we only took off yesterday.
It all began in April when the three of us decided to take a trip in the summer for a change of pace and randomly we had decided on ” The Holy Wild”. Little did I know then that we would pick up more passengers along the way and it turned out to be a pleasant surprise. The trip was much more interesting when we were all traveling from all walks and stages of our lives. I never thought that the young and the restless would like to hang out with us the “seasoned” ones, but delightfully they did, and they added so much more to the trip just like the food they brought to the pot luck dinner last night.
The truth of the matter is, if I had been on this trip alone I would have gotten off a lot earlier. Simply for the reason that the points of interests were a little too familiar and boredom would finally get hold of me. I am not saying the book is not a good one but my attention span is getting shorter as I get older. Nevertheless as the saying goes, it is not about the destination but the journey. I have to say it was a fabulous trip as I was constantly being challenged, motivated and encouraged by my fellow travelers.
I love trips, but the downside is I often feel blue after it is over and I have to go back to my day-to- day routine. As usual, I feel kind of melancholy as this weekly trip concluded. For the past nine weeks I have looked forward to our weekly meeting, not only because of the delicious snacks, but for the laughter and the heartfelt sharing. This trip has certainly enriched me in ways I had never imagined. I am particular grateful for my young companions as they have taught me how to look at life with freshness and excitement. I guess I have been on the road too long and sometimes I do get travel weary.
So we have to get off the bus but it was a sweet ride while it lasted, and now all of us have to go back to where we came from, back to the grind of life. I pray that as each one of us head back we will bring a souvenir with us— a little bit if not more understanding of who God is. I don’t know what He has planned out for us, it could be bungee jumping over the cliff in Amazon, a swim in the deep with the piranhas, or a walk on the tight rope across Niagara Falls…..He has some wild and crazy adventure for each one of us. I don’t know what it is, but one thing for sure is that He is totally unpredictable, unfathomable, and maybe a little unsafe…..there is no way we can figure Him out…..or do we dare to?
Even before I commenced this trip, He had already given me a trailer of what life can be. He took me on a wet and wild ride, it was crazy but eye-opening. So now the question I have to face is do I dare to go to the unknown with Him? For those who know me well, I like things comfortable and unchanged, I will take the same route repeatedly even though it is not the quickest way…. I am scared of changes,but regardless, I know He has it all planned out as He has promised: He has plans to take care of me, not to abandon me, and plans to give me the future I hope for….( Jeremiah 29:11) But do I dare to take that first step…
And do I dare to drink from the stream?