On Thrill

So, I'm going to New York on Friday. Don't tell anyone (obviously, I desire secrecy since I am sharing this post with the entire world), but I'm terrified and excited all at once. And, though it makes no sense, I am much more terrified than excited. That's the wierd thing about my feelings--they never seem to make sense. As often as I've had my own Birthday party, I've dreaded it's coming. And I always get that sensation when getting up on a knee board that I could seriously injure myself--or maybe die. I try to avoid amusement parks, since peaceful talks and afternoons spent on writing or reading seem so much more intrigueing... and safe. Shopping, rather than gratifying, as it is to most girls, is usually depressing to me.

Perhaps, I'm just not much of a thrill-seeker. But I do crave experiences and situations, perhaps mostly because they give me something to write about. So, of course I want to go to New York. It's going to be great, and after I come back, I will probably agree with myself.

God is good to allow all kinds of experiences, to put them in our reach, to make us, if not thrill-seeking, generally adventurous. I guess God is a God of adventure. He is mighty and valiant, and, according to the Bible, "a Man of War." And when He indwells us and surrounds us, we are left with nothing to fear, because He is all-powerful and His will is always done.