Laying awake at night, trying to focus on my breathing, the moonlight shining through my window, and I can't help but think, where am I going? I am restless, some people call it senioritis, others call it growing up. But I think its more than that. This feeling that I have is more than just restlessness, its a passion that is growing in my soul that I don't think I can hold in for much longer. A desire to see new places and new people, a pull on my heart to make new friends, see old friends, learn new lessons, and experience life in a whole new way. Do you feel it?
What went through their minds when they were doing this? Were they thinking that they were about to go on a glorious adventure? Maybe they felt terrified.
Do you feel that pull on your heart? What a feeling it is, a draw to see what this life can throw at us, how we will love, how we will learn, and how we will live. I don't know about you but I am excited to see what I learn and how I live. There is this passage in the Bible that really speaks to my heart, its this passage with Elisha following the call of God to take a chance, chasing after this new life that he was being called to. He killed his oxen and fed a town, and burned his plow, all because God used Elijah to invite him to come and join him in walking through life together. So often I am reminded of different men in the Bible who followed the call of God. "Go to the land that I will show you." That is all that Abraham got before God called him to something bigger. "Come" that's all that Peter got from Jesus when he walked off the boat and onto the water.
What went through their minds when they were doing this? Were they thinking that they were about to go on a glorious adventure? Maybe they felt terrified.
I am facing the prospect of moving to Lincoln, Illinois this next fall to pursue a graduate degree. While I know a few people who live in Illinois, it is almost surreal for me to think that I will be leaving the Northwest. I am trying to enjoy my time here but its always there in the back of my head, reminding me that my time is short. Maybe I won't move to Illinois, maybe I will move to Oregon or Thailand? Maybe I will stay in Boise?
It is a strange feeling really, knowing that there is really nothing that you can do to change what will happen, but I know one thing for sure. God is in all of this in various ways and I trust Him. I am going to keep on pushing towards Lincoln and see what God has in store for me there. Maybe I will figure it out on the way. All I have to say in the meantime is this, Illinois, you had better brace yourself. Because I am on my way, and I have no idea what is in store.

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