Skiing down a double diamond black run. Sky diving. Rock climbing. Zip lining. Mountain climbing. Tent camping. These all fall under the category, “Adventure” in my book. With the exception of tent camping (which I last did about eighteen years ago), and skiing (blue runs and one black, once. By accident), I have yet to attempt any of these activities.
I’ve been pondering the question, “Do I need adventure?” Some months back, I read a blog post by literary agent, Rachelle Gardner. It got me thinking about adventure. My life is pretty tame. I’m a stay at home mother, part time writer, fully-in-love wife, and a home body. I’m happy with my life. Many friends have mastered one or more of the items on my “Adventure” list. Why haven’t I tried them? Fear? The sacrifice of time? Then I wondered, “Am I missing something?”
I have been content with my safe life, a life I can control. I set my daily schedule, determine—for the most part—what I do in a day and when. Safe can equal mundane. A thirst is growing within me to try things I’ve never done, like riding a zip line. I’d like to attempt indoor sky diving and rock climbing. Trying something new adds depth and vibrancy to life. If I can accomplish it, I gain satisfaction from doing something I thought I couldn’t do.
Some adventures require me to trust God in order to accomplish them. I’ll have to move out of my safe zone into the “trust zone.” God is not a safe, tame God. He is trustworthy though. The question becomes—do I want to live a comfortable, mundane life and think I’m in control of things? Or, do I want to “live on the wild side” of adventure? Am I willing to step out and trust Jesus to lead me each day—both in daily living and in seeking to do things that force me to rely on Him? I’ve lived tame. I’m developing a taste for some adventure.
What about you? What’s the biggest adventure you’ve lived? What’s one thing you’d still like to try?