Since the time I was a young girl I always thought that life was made up of a bunch of adventures. Most people would not think of a trip to the grocery store or a swim at the pool as an adventure, but I sure did. As life went on, the idea of adventure became the very thing that helped me through the various times of change that I had to face. Like, when I started at a public high school after being home schooled through eighth grade, or when I spent my first two years of college fourteen hours away from home. The idea of adventure created in my mind a reason for hardships and allowed me to look forward to the things that the Lord was trying to teach me through them.
The adventures only get greater and more fun as I enter adulthood. First, I had to figure out who it was that the Lord wanted me to be as a woman. Second, was the adventure in finding the man that the Lord had chosen for me to marry. Finally, the adventure of parenthood has begun. Of all of the adventures I have had in the past, this one is the most intimidating, for this one makes me no-longer only responsible to myself. Sure, one can argue that when I got married I gained responsibility for my husband, and yes I do agree that I have some degree of responsibility to him, but, I have so much more responsibility for my child.
But, as always, I am entering this new stage in life as always, charging forward with a new found vigour, excited for what this new adventure may hold.
