Are you ready for September? Fall weather, football, pumpkin spice lattes? (Which I don’t drink by the way!) But they’re all the rage here in Georgia. My favorite season used to be fall, but now it’s spring. That’s another blog post for another day, though.
I love how seasons define certain things in life we anticipate. They are like mini journeys throughout the year. Sometimes events or occurrences take us from one season to another.
As a reader I love reading character’s journeys.
As a writer, I want to write interesting journeys for my characters. Just like our characters we journey internally and externally. And just like our characters we journey with God.
What a journey!
Anyone who thinks the Bible is boring, or following Jesus means no fun, they don’t know the God of the Bible. This journey is anything but boring or no fun. It’s exhilarating, like riding a roller coaster. We sometimes compare our journey to valleys and mountain tops.
However you describe it, it’s a crazy ride.
And isn’t that the point of a journey?
From the online dictionary:
noun, plural jour·neys.
a traveling from one place to another, usually taking a rather long time; trip:
This definition focuses on the external, a traveling from one place to another.
passage or progress from one stage to another:
This definition focuses on the internal.
Like the picture above, sometimes we’re in the light, sometimes the dark, but either way we’re on the journey.
Young, excited and anxious. The mood surrounding the young couple embarking on their first entrepreneurial journey in the Caribbean was strong. Full of hope, energy and visions of success, their dream of starting their own business was really happening.
Stepping off the plane, their life in 4 suitcases and 2 cat carriers, they surveyed their new surroundings. Driving the rental car across the foreign terrain they headed for the apartment rented online after viewing a few pictures.
The first couple of days were filled with opening a bank account, securing drivers licenses, and buying an extremely well-used car. Checking out local establishments and tourist villas took over their days. Planning for their personal chef business occupied their evenings. Crunching numbers, planning menus, they could literally reach out and touch their dream.
Until Maria came.
Hurricane Maria, that is. Wild, furious and with a frenzy Maria stormed across the island of Puerto Rico, slashing trees and dreams. Her winds screamed outside as the couple spent 30 hours in a bathroom, the girl’s 30th birthday coming and going, an almost mocking of turning such a pivotal age.
They’d been on the island ten days.
Emerging from the cement block house that had kept them safe, they surveyed the landscape they hadn’t yet memorized. Sketchy images of before paled with the images after.
They watched geckos scramble to find security amongst the downed palms. They watched humanity come together to clear streets. They watched the sun rise and set, each day their dream washing further and further out to the now calm Caribbean.
They held hands and each other, bought a donut for a belated birthday celebration and met people in the community in a crisis mode. This was not the way the dream was supposed to go.
Is this the way the dream would end?
That is a journey my son and his wife were on last September. I can’t believe a year has passed. Our family was changed by that journey. A journey no one asked for.
A journey no one wanted to be on.
And there were many on the journey. Many we don’t know. Lives were changed and altered. Life was different. (I’ll post part 2 of their journey next month.)
Journey, you gotta love it!
I’d love to hear about a journey you’ve been on. Good, bad, life-changing. We all live them and we need to share to encourage and learn.