Today’s the day! Around 10:00 AM, this little blog will redirect to my beautiful new author website designed by the team at Moody Publishers.
What a great new verb! Redirect means to send something to a new place or in a new direction.
Have you ever in your life been redirected to an unexpected place for an unexpected purpose? Most of my life has felt like I was going in one direction, and God “reached down from on high and took hold of me” (Psalm 18:16) to redirect me. I was like a toddler constantly moving towards danger or like a mouse in a maze that went to every dead end.
But God redirects. And when He does, something extraordinary happens.
I never planned or even imagined that one day Live with Flair would become part of a larger journey of writing and speaking. I never imagined that tracking thousands of ordinary days would lead where it has.
After all this time, I’m ready for a redirect because I trust the One Who Leads Me.
As we approach Burlington, Colorado, my daughter notices the Kit Carson County Carousel on the atlas. We spontaneously decide to follow the signs off the interstate to find this carousel.
What’s happened to the scheduled, inflexible, impatient traveler I normally am?
For a quarter, you can ride on the back of a seahorse, a camel, a zebra, or even a deer with enormous antlers. There we ride, in the middle of nowhere, going 12 miles per hour on a gorgeous carousel built in 1905.
Later, my daughter spreads the atlas across her lap. I see the spirit of adventure rising up in our old minivan. You can go anywhere and do anything! Why not follow the trail of Louis and Clark? Why not?
A few hours later, we stop in Kansas and find friends (the Newmans!) who recommend a local restaurant for dinner. Why not? We stay a night in this city and enjoy the unknown and the spontaneous.
My friend reminds me, “Spontaneous things are better.” I’m finally learning to relax, be flexible, and have adventures. What will we find on the atlas today? Suddenly, a day in the minivan doesn’t seem so difficult.
Journal: What spontaneous thing did I do recently?
|Hot Air Balloon
I glance at the morning sky and spy a hot air balloon drifting across the valley. This part of the country displays the most vibrant autumn colors, and hot air balloon rides provide a terrific (although terrifying) vantage point.
I’d never do it. A balloon? A basket? Me in there, high above the earth? Never.
Moments later, I stand in front of college students who do remarkable things despite fear. They visit Egypt on archeology trips; they study Latin American countries so they can travel and negotiate border disputes; they enlist in the Army and await deployment; they go into prisons and practice rehabilitation methods.
Unsafe things. Terrifying things.
Yesterday, my neighbor tells me her oldest daughter is mastering Arabic so she can spend a year in the Middle East.
“Isn’t that really unsafe? Aren’t you so scared?”
“Of course,” she says.
Of course it’s unsafe. Of course she’s scared. But something else matters more than her fear.
Later, I’m talking with a friend about her husband’s new job offer. A huge unknown. A huge gamble. She’s terrified.
I tell her to surrender to the adventure of it. If you know what’s going to happen, that’s not adventure, that’s a script. That’s a high-action drama with a plot-spoiler. Don’t give the fear power. If there’s fear, it just means the adventure is that great.
No fear, no adventure.
The spirit of adventure I see in younger folks challenges me to move ahead in the face of fear. Of course it’s scary. Most adventures are. That’s what makes them adventures.