Sometimes, I wonder how Dorothy felt when she stepped outside and suddenly found herself in a whole new world. She must have been scared, maybe a little excited. She was most certainly confused and anxious, but she was strong and courageous at the same time.
The last couple weeks have been their own sort of Kansas twister in my world. Time has passed so quickly and so much has happened. At last, on Thursday night, the twister placed us down gently in Rexburg, Idaho. We’ve moved in and I’ve mostly got the apartment put together.
Much like Dorothy, I’ve been scared, excited, confused, and anxious. I’ve been blessed with good friends, family, and a great husband to help me be strong and courageous going into a brand new adventure.
But isn’t the occasional adventure what changes us? I mean, Dorothy was just a small little farm girl until she discovered Oz. Every adventure is meant to mold us, shape us. Oftentimes we view the word adventure with a positive light, and trial and change in a negative light. What if everything was an adventure? What if we started to see our trails in a more positive light? What if we were like Dorothy, embracing every adventure that came our way?
We are beyond blessed with our own forms of yellow brick roads. Friends, family, jobs, tender mercies. And I am grateful for all of mine.
Dorothy learned a lot in her short time in Oz. And I’m determined to learn a lot in my short time in Idaho.
We may not be in the norm anymore, but the adventure is beyond worth it.