Adventure, baby! It's what I'm after, and I'm determined to take along everyone I meet.
In my early forties, I woke up one day to realize I was exhausted, unmotivated, and emotionally dead inside. I had been a Christian for 15 years, and, honestly, it wasn't working for me anymore. I was tired, and this freedom all the church people were talking about seemed more like a treat for the Christian elite. And that, I was not.
For months upon months I moped and wept and whined and even did a little gnashing of teeth. "GOD! What is wrong with me? FIX IT!"
And that is where we are today. Systematically he is lovingly showing me how my need to please, my effort to control, and my tendency to find my worth in my accomplishments and in being "good" completely derail my freedom.
So, I'm done. I'm done trying to look good, be good and be perceived as good. That life is a small life. A shrunken life. A plastic life lived hoping for the applause of people instead of lived out of love for a God who cherishes me as I am. God genuinely likes me and has an adventure for me and my boys. I'm resolved to soak up every drop of it.