ACTion – I’m leaving on a jet plane

 

I am maudlin right now…we have put our 20 year old on a flight to London. She’s off on an airplane across the big ocean putting action to her dreams, which include London. Oh not that I am not thrilled for her. I am. Don’t get me wrong.  Who would have thought I’d have all this emotion after seeing her off cross country as a high school junior, and then off to college 5 hours from home two years later. This one has never shirked from action when her dreams are ahead of her.

 

Without action our dreams die a death right before us. We might have vision but action puts that vision into play as we march straight into destiny. This one is marching straight into destiny. She’s heard it from everyone – those whose words carry weight – and those who don’t realize what they are speaking. Friends and acquaintances calling destiny forth.

 

I suppose there is a measure of comfort in that – the seeing the destiny lying ahead of you. The thing you were birthed for. The plan that was in place while you were even in your mother’s womb.

 

I met John on a Mississippi riverboat last weekend. Turns out he was on a quest of which he knew not. He had sold everything to pursue a vision, actually more like a dream. He had had two dreams, he told me. In one he was going into Mexico. And in the other he was coming out. Round about this time the idea must have come – sell it all and get out – the farm; the belongings; the trappings that tie you down. So sell it he did – even just left some if it lying there on the land when the time came to go. And we ran into him on a Mississippi riverboat. Heard a bit of his story. Got to say a prayer for him as he started his Epic Journey. “You know,” he told me quietly as tears came to his eyes, “it’s not always a pleasant journey. I’ve buried two sons and a granddaughter.” And he’s leaving 2 sons and more grandchildren as he moves forward into whatever is awaiting him. He plans to go to “Cabo Saint Lucas” and spend a couple of weeks there. We’ll see if destiny finds him. I think it will.

 

My 20-year will spend four months in London. We’ll see if destiny finds her. But as much as it pertains to her, and John, they are doing their part. They are acting on the dream within their hearts, yearning for a destiny they may have very well been seeking since they day they were born.

 

Will they find it? I don’t know, to be honest. But I do know that action is required on our part. We cannot sit in our Lazy Boys waiting for destiny to smack us upside our chair. We’ve got to partner with action.. We’ve got to say, “Yes”. Like John did. Like my 20 year is. So here’s to you two ~ may the road rise up to meet you. May your Epic Journey be, well, epic. And may you encounter the destiny you were born to embrace.

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ViSioN – I can see clearly now

ViSioN – This keeps reverberating around my brain today. You know how these things happen, right? Or is it my brain that gets these ideas dropped into them – ker plunk – and then it chews on them like a cud in the mouth of a cow?

 

I guess I have always thought this way – idea -– chew, chew -– more on the subject – chew chew. Digest a while and then, at some point when it’s ready to birth – ker plunk, and out pops my response.

 

I think this is an odd way to describe vision but that’s mostly the process for me. Sometimes God gives me an idea fully formed – a set of marching orders you could say — but more often than not, it’s the chew chew version. I guess you could say I am a ponder-er and sometimes I gotta ponder my way to see what to do next.

 

Maybe that comes with a busy life. With wanting to get it “right” – whatever right is. With not wanting to add more complication than I’ve already got. Like this blog. I have been pondering the idea of a blog since I sat in the smoky restaurant in a desert casino while road-trippin’ cross-country to So Cal. That was 2011.

 

The idea of a blog had a different vision then (and it’s still a good one and may be woven into this tapestry) but in my spirit the other day I felt like the marching orders were about This Epic Journey. Because we are all on one, an Epic Journey, each precious one of us, marching to the vision we have cast in our lives, or the one our parents cast, or the one our pain casts or maybe even the one our God has cast. This Epic Journey will march along with my vision right now and I hope you can come along for the journey with me.

 

Cynthia