Do you ever itch for an adventure?
It's this horrible, wonderful little itch for more. Something different, new, exciting.
Something that would make all of your readers jealous and want an adventure of their own.
The itch of just wanting to go somewhere & do something out of the ordinary.
The silliness of the simple things that can scratch that itch.
But something...on adventures...you find yourself wanting something normal, regular, comfortable, and old.
Maybe it's like buying a new & really expensive dress.
You think it looks hot. You get home, and it still looks hot. So you go out and flaunt your dress but...pretty soon you're ready for your regular clothes that fit right. Clothes that don't require constant glances in the mirror from every angle because you don't know what you look like if you have your back to the mirror, left hand above your head, & your neck turned to the side. Maybe adventures are sometimes ridiculous...like new dresses.
But then...why do I keep getting the adventure itch?
A part of me wonders if it's God's way of preparing me for a calling into foreign missions. But when I think about it like that, the itch is suddenly gone. And I'm ready to go to revival and be around regular people who fit me in a regular, comfortable, and satisfying way.
But you know...I think I'd be happy in either place. And it scares me.
Coo Coo Kachoo,
Mrs. Robinson
