It's a love/hate relationship that I have with my instincts. On the one hand, I feel like I should trust myself, do what I suppose is best, and have fun with it. On the other hand, I need to know that I'm not being too quick to react, too sure of myself, and too irresponsible.
That's kinda the theme that strikes me most about the first two chapters of Wild Goose Chase and (related) Sunday's sermon.
Live dangerously - that's what I keep hearing. Give up a little of the comfort factor and walk more with a living faith. Most simply put, "Let go, and let God." Trust in His leadership. Follow the lighted path. Be bold, and don't look back.
But right now, my life pretty much rocks. Everything is laid out before me in such a splendid, comfortable, strategic way. Especially after re-reading my last blog entry, I feel content. Happy. Purposeful.
So, what is this nagging feeling I have inside that says that this isn't it. This comfortable happy place that I am in, is not the point... there's more to do. There's more to learn. There's more to experience. And I should not be sitting back in my rocker watching the world pass me by just because I'm comfortable, fat, and happy. I should be acting on my instincts. Working to constantly better myself... to live more ... to do more ...to share more ...to be more.
I love to hate it when God wakes me up and says ITS TIME. It's time for the next adventure. Get off your butt and go. It's with apprehensive excitement that I look forward to unfolding 2010. I can't wait to see what He's doing with me now.
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