I am off on an
adventure. No, I am not sailing the Atlantic on a 36-gun frigate, scurrying up
the main mast. I not roaming the wilds of Africa with naught but my gun and my
dog; nor tramping the highlands of Scotland under an assumed alias. (Though
those have often been the adventures of my dreams.)
I have begun my
graduate studies in Art History. Yes, I’m terrified of all the unknowns but most
of all I dreaded leaving behind all that is so familiar: my
crazy-wonderful-noisy-loving-family,
my motley crew of sheep,
my little
trio-pack of doggies,
the walk down to the barn,
our land, small town, and going
to every football/basketball/baseball game.
I know it’s not like I
am leaving these forever, in fact it will be for quite a short time in light of
eternity, but I am used to having those things daily or weekly. This home is
“my Shire.”
It is not perfect (as nothing in this fallen-sin-wrought-world can
be) but it is a glimmer or a shadow of our true home. Our hearts long for home.
We were made to be home, to be home with Christ. Here in this world we only
know taste of what home is. We have a vague reflection of our true home with
God. But the reality is we are not home
yet and we are all just sojourning strangers traveling through this world.
But I am not sojourning
through this world without a mission or purpose. I have a high calling from the
King of the universe and that is to bring glory to Christ by enjoying him. At
this moment in time, I feel the Lord is calling me to pursue the study of Art
History for his greater purpose. He has filled me with a desire to teach art
and its history for his glory.
I’ve been thinking
about how Frodo spent his childhood pretending he was off on one of Bilbo’s
adventures but when it can time for his own adventure it was quite different
from Bilbo’s. This is how I feel now. Not that my adventure is less important
but it is quite different from the ones I imagined in childhood. The reality is
I have no clue what this next year(s) holds. But I know I can trust in Lord. I
know can rest in him. I know that at this moment this is the next step. It is
so easy for me to become anxious. The well known words of truth automatically
fill my mind, “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” I Peter
5:7. But it is one thing to know these words and say them and know them to be
true; But how does one live it?
At times, I am a perfectionist;
especially when it comes to school. This often causes me great fear and anxiety.
How can I live up to perfection? Well I can’t. Christ is our only perfection.
I’ve started watching a
BBC detective series called Whitechapel (which
I highly recommend if you love a good murder mystery, but do not watch it alone
because it is terrifying). D.S. Miles says to the main character,
“Nobody said you had to
be the greatest detective that ever lived, only the best detective that you can
be. And so, sometimes you’ll fail. That’s OK, we all fail sometimes. But it’s
not OK to give up.”
(walking to class)
“Rejoice in the Lord
always; again I will say, Rejoice. Let your reasonableness be known to everyone.
The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by
prayer and supplication with thanks giving let your requests be made known to
God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your
hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:4 -7
“Why
can't things just stay as they are?” Jo from little women
“To the end of his days
Bilbo could never remember how he found himself outside, without a hat, a
walking-stick or any money, or anything that he usually took when he went out;”
(The Hobbit, page 33)
“Bother burgling and
everything to do with it! I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire,
with the kettle just beginning to sing!” (The
Hobbit, page 35)
“’Is that The Mountain?’ asked Bilbo in a solemn
voice, looking at it with round eyes. He had never seen a thing that looked so
big before. ‘Of course not!’ said Balin. ‘That is only the beginning of the
Misty Mountains.” (The Hobbit, page
46)
“Folk in those stories
had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because
they were holding on to something.” -Samwise