You could call me an adrenaline junky. A risk taker. An impulsive adventurer. A thrill seeker. I thrive from spontaneity, change, and unknowns.
On October 11th our squad left USA soil to our first country, Chile. We found out mid-day that Chile had experienced quite a strong earthquake early that morning and were under tsunami warnings all along the coast (where our team is living this month).
My immediate prayer: “Jesus, I’m panicking. I know you are sending us to Chile for a reason- please, please keep us safe, wrap us in your protection, regardless of these dangerous threats that we can’t control, just keep us safe- I want to do your work and I know I’ll be able to do that, as long as I’m safe…”
God’s immediate answer: “And if your earthly standards of ‘safety’ are not met…do you still trust me? Will you still serve me? Will you still live your life for me? Am I still your everything?”
I always pray for safety, whether for myself, for the nations, or for loved ones. Of course I desire safety- who doesn’t? But I, along with most other people, have become so consumed with the thought of safety that sometimes through my subconscious, it replaces my trust in Christ. We’re obsessed with safety.
I do believe in praying for God’s protection, but my concern is that we have made safety our highest priority. So much so that we neglect whatever God’s best is and whatever would accomplish His purposes in our lives and in the world.
I want to be obsessed with Jesus. He is my everything. He is my reason- my ‘how’, my ‘why’, and my ‘what if this happens’. I realized that those rare, weird, wild and free people who are obsessed with Jesus aren’t consumed with their personal safety and comfort. Obsessed people care more about the Lord’s kingdom flooding into this earth than their own lives being guarded from pain or distress.
I’ve always been the risk taker. The impulsive adventurer. The thrill seeker. The “this life isn’t enough and there’s got to be something more” girl.
I want to be known as the risk taker for Jesus, whatever that entails. The one who jumps in on His adventures for me. The one who seeks out the thrills of serving Him in the raw, real, rough and servant hood ways. The girl whose life wasn’t enough before she met her Jesus and she discovered that yes, there is something so much more.
Come earthquakes or storms, I am too obsessed with my Savior to not trust in His will or follow Him where He leads. He is the best adventure seeker- all I have to do is say “yes”.
‘…He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”…’ Mark 4:39-40
