Adventurous (adj.): disposed to seek adventure or to cope with the new and unknown; an adventurous explorer
I have been deemed the “Log” girl.
The “Log” is a place where World Racers can post information about interesting sights to see when traveling, what safety concerns to look out for as well as what precautions we should take. It also serves as a means to document any mishaps. And, believe it or not, I have had some mishaps.
Log #1: I am allergic to bees. I did not, however, know I would have a similar reaction to ant bites. But now I know, DO NOT kick over an ant hill and expect anything good to come of it. Epi-Pens are essential for any fanny pack wearer.
Log #2: I love monkeys but I am no Mowgli (as in “The Jungle Book”). There are plenty of vines hanging from the trees that line the long drive to Cicrin. The beautiful children can swing from the trees but I DO NOT recommend adults to do the same. Just ask my bleeding, swollen elbow.
It was well worth the fall because I now share an inside joke with a little girl who I absolutely adore. “Connie. Tu Mowgli. Clara? Es no Mowgli”. If I were a 10-year-old Nicaraguan girl, I would be Connie. She is a girl after my own heart; one that is full of laughter and independence. She has just the right amount of sass to stand-up for herself while still displaying a quiet spirit from time to time.
Naturally I seek out adventure. I love the unknown and the thrill that comes with it. If there’s something high to jump off of, I’m the first in line. A rough looking animal? I’m the one petting it. You need someone to climb up on the roof? Sign me up. But I’m finding that adventure should not be the deciding factor as to whether or not I’m having fun or doing a job well done. My faith is where I should find the adventure I long for.
My faith is becoming the stronghold of my adventure seeking mindset. With faith comes bewilderment, vastness, and a great sense of bravery. Bewilderment is His way of continually leaving me in awe- at the way the clouds take shape through the breaking of dawn, a child’s laughter in a moment of outrage. Vastness comes with His everlasting desire for me to grow in my relationship with Him- to wake up each morning thanking Him first, to fully believe in miracles. Bravery allows me to be fearless knowing that He is with me- I can stand up to hate because God is love and everything that flows from it is good.
I will not cease this adventurous heart of mine. I was created to be a vine swinging, ant dancing, back flipping, tarantula eating women. There’s no shame in that. I will, however, look to Him for safety before I get my gutsy self stuck in a hospital.
Come month 11, I hope I can say, ‘I may be known as the “Log” girl but, at least I had a good time.’
