My Life is an Adventure

I love writing.

I love it a lot. Sometimes I even feel I am good at it. Although, for the most part, I am sure it's my own imagination.

Writing gives me life. That's a way to describe the interactions, the events, the environments, the thoughts we have. There are those that are life-giving and there are those that are life-taking.

I've found that most of my life's greatest joys and frustrations could be boiled down to either of those two categories. When something, someplace, some person, has a negative effect on me, it's tempting to seek and talk about why. This leads to rambling, and this sort of rambling leads to judgment. Judgement leads to further rambling; further judgement. When something is positive, when I have an amazing conversation, when I feel a God sent peace, words never do it justice.

Life-giving

Life-draining

There are those things that kill the very essence of who I am, and there are those things that enhance it. I find myself rambling, myself inadequately describing and notating, because I am not fully who I am yet. I am not fully aware even of who I am in this current moment.

Because there is this great mysterious God, we can expect a great mystery to be deeply ingrained in ourselves. We are made in his image. His likeness is fused in our being. And there is no better word to call it than mystery.

It's a mystery how we are like God, how I am like God. It's a mystery that God would ever make anything like him in any way. It's an amazing thing I am like him in any way.

Some words to describe our God: Amazing, infinite, boundless, powerful, beautiful, wonderful maker, massive, loving. It's incredibly mysterious to me that there is some trace of those things in me. As a human young man grown and nurtured in a broken world, it's easy to ignore that fact. It's easy to accept my
level-of-life and live mundanely.

Yet the truth is life is not mundane. As much as it pains me to say, I am not mundane. Life is full of well... life itself.

Do we live for life or do we settle in places, situations, relationships where we live only to have life taken from us?

That which gives us life drives us. It propels us forward unto the mystery that surrounds God, the adventure that lies in exploring what has never been explored before.

God has been explored before. It is not done. It is not finished. For you have not finished exploring. There is no one like you. There is exploration to be had about the wonders of God like the one before you, before me.

When I seek the fullness of the mystery of God in my life, I am pursuing something that has never been truly pursued before. I am walking a path that has never been walked by someone else, for there is no one else who is me.

We ought to explore life. We ought to explore the unique ways God has designed us. No one else can discover that but yourself or myself. I have a story. I have a story being told, unfinished, that is not told for anyone else.

I have a journey that no one else has!

Frodo, carrying the ring to Mordor; nothing like my life. Walter Mitty, traveling the world in search of a photo; nothing like my life. Carl, flying to South America in house by means of balloons; nothing like my life.

Nothing like my life; not because my life is less valuable, but because my life is one of a kind.

And that is why I write today. That is why I write now. That is my goal.

To see the unique adventure I walk, which is often seemingly mundane, but is truly as mysterious as the God created me.

We are all on an adventure. We only need to see our lives that way.