If you have known me for any length of time, you know that I live for adventure. I love traveling, dreaming big, and experiencing new people, food, and places. This includes my periodic adventures on my mountain bike.
On Monday this week, I headed out on my bike for exercise and adventure. On that trip, I found a grass-covered hole and ended up going over the handlebars. I’m fine, no hospital visit this time. But I do have a few bruises.
Over the Handlebars.
It made me think about the other “over the handlebar” moments Elizabeth, the family, and I have encountered over the last decade. And more than that, how those are the moments that define who I am, have produced the best fruit, and brought me to life. It’s scary to go head-long at life and worry if you might go over the handlebars, but I don’t want it any other way.
When we first looked at adopting from Africa, we figured out we couldn’t do it. But we did it anyway. We went over the handlebars. A couple times. But Moriah is ours because we set out on the adventure.
When we decided to adopt again, we figured out we shouldn’t do it. But we did it anyway. We went over the handlebars, but God showed up too many times to count, including an Indian man handing us $15,300 in hundred dollar bills on our front porch in Uganda. Let me tell you that story sometime. And Stella and Justus are here because we went for it.
My Next Adventure.
So here is the next adventure: