Over the years I’ve learned that a surefooted and confident mapmaker does not a swift traveler make. I stumble and fall, and I constantly find myself needing to change course. And even though I’m trying to follow a map that I’ve drawn, there are many times when frustration and self-doubt take over, and I wad up that map and shove it into the junk drawer in my kitchen. It’s not an easy journey from excruciating to exquisite, but for me it’s been worth every step.
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly until He has hurt him deeply.
I’m learning that the times I say yes to things I wouldn’t typically do are the times that become the greatest memories.
Like playing hide-and-seek in a church late at night in pitch black darkness. And wakeboarding for the first time. And talking to people from another country who don’t always understand your humor because it’s not the same in their language, but who laugh with you anyway. And having a rap music dance party in my car with a friend from France.
And it’s best if you do all of these things in one day like I did. Here’s to more days like that. Here’s to saying yes to a lot more things.