Comfort or Adventure?

I love a good adventure story--from fictional stuff like Tarzan, Harry Potter, and The Hunger Games to real life stories of missionaries who literally climbed mountains and braved jungles to reach people. Its that all-in, fighting for a cause, risking everything, in constant danger, on the edge of your seat kinda story that I love.

I get lost in the stories, and even completely picture myself as the hero. Can't you see me running through the woods with a bow and arrows? Yeah.....me neither. Lets just pretend  that somehow I wouldn't get lost, eat the poisonous berries,  or die in battle. There is still another problem with going on a real-life adventure. An adventure requires major change. A few days ago I had this sudden urge to starting packing my room. I have lived in this house for three years, but I didn't think it would be a big deal. I'm just moving a few blocks, but as I sit here, with boxes of things I won't need for the next few weeks piled in the living room and looking at the bare walls in my room, I am realizing things are changing. Starting to pack up my house plus the fast approaching graduation day has turned me into some emotional girl that cries.....a lot and for no apparent reason. How lovely (insert sarcasm).

But here is the thing, my life is an adventure right now. There are big changes, unknown, fighting for a cause (the cause being an education) and a lot of new things ahead. And I hate it. I want things to go back to the way they were last semester or, even better, back to junior year. I want  a sense of security or comfort.

On the other hand, I do love adventure. I love the adrenaline rush of diving in. When I made big moves to Campbell, Hawaii, Macedonia, or the first summer at Camp, that heart-pounding feeling felt so natural. I crave it! I want adventure--adventures of following God around the world to swinging from vines in the judge and everything in between!

Its the small, ordinary life adventures --like graduating from college -- that I struggle with. But that is my life. I am okay with the big adventures, the big 'calls'. I jump in with little question and I'm fearless because I know God is in control. But things in my every day life, I question and run from. Isn't that strange that the bigger, seemingly more scary things are easier to accept and embrace? In the end, I prefer adventure. Even though I fight it sometimes, I would be bored with a comfortable life. I need risk and challenge. I need to find my own way and blaze my own trail. I need the all-in, heart pounding, adrenaline rush of an adventure. Besides, most heroes fight it at first too.