Well. Today, last year, I was waving goodbye to my best mate as my ship sailed away from the shores of Tasmania. What a year it's been. To be on the short and narrow, Yep I can't wait for twenty10 to clock over. This year has been heaps sucky but yet... I still walk away with a sense of accomplishment. A sense that with all the junk that's gone on, ive come out on top of it all. A sense that I wouldn't have missed this year for anything. Whilst yes it's had its ups and downs, 2009 has been the year that healing has begun. It's been the year that my relationship with my Savior has become more personal, it's been the year for trials, tribulations and triumphs, for victories and I believe a year of breakthrough in many parts of my life.
Back to the story though. For people who have never heard of Tasmania aka Tassie, its a little island right down the bottom of Australia. It's a beautiful place, with beautiful people and it has pink mountains (literally), the Cadbury chocolate factory, a thriving cheese industry for the people who like fine cheeses
, beautiful beaches, beautiful forests and beautiful snow lol. .Now, although I only spent 3 years in Tasmania, it's the place I call home. I was there for the 3 most important years of my life so far, where the friendships I had made would become my world. So, I guess it was no surprise to you that when I was told we were moving again, I pretty much cracked it real bad. I guess the older I got, the worse I got.
Having grown up in the defence world, moving has become a regular thing. Mum was in the army, my dad is in the navy. When they divorced my mum married my step dad who is Army and dad married my step mum who is Navy, so I'm lucky if I stay in a place for longer then 2 years..
As a child, I was always somewhat excited to move to a new place. A new house to live in, new friends to make, new trees to climb, new schools to go to and so the list goes on. But as ive gotten older, the joy of moving is no longer there. I don't want to move to a new house, I don't want to change schools ( don't have to worry about that one anymore) I don't want to leave my friends. I don't want to do anything, I'm happy where I am!. When it all comes down to it, I don't want to leave what ive grown to love, I don't want to leave my comfort zone. I am familiar with what I have, what I am doing and all that other stuff. A part of me knows I cant sit quietly, tucked away in my safe zone forever, But I don't want to leave it in case I get thrown in the deep, in case I fail, in case nothing goes to plan, in case friendships never form. Who wants that? .
Far too often even in our Christian walk, we become like that. So familiar with what we have, we get set in our little comfort zones. We get stuck in the rut of doing the exact same thing, the exact same way, at the exact same time, every day. And while routine has its benefits, it can also hinder us from being open to new things, if I had stayed in Tasmania, I might have missed a lot of things, who knows! But I have seen the Lord move in exciting ways in my life and my friends' lives when we have been willing to take a few risks. Just as Jesus called Peter to step out of the boat, walk on water and come to him, I believe Jesus calls each one of us to step out of our comfort zone and walk by faith. God provides each of us with many opportunities for us to get out of our boat and walk on water. Life can be a continual adventure if we open our eyes to the endless possibilities with God.
But make no mistake, fear will always rear its ugly head, screaming at us to "get back in the boat and stay safe! But that is not the time to retreat. That is the time to advance. That's the time to put a big smile on your face, scream and cry if you need to, hug those you love and go with all your might, head first into the new adventures that God has in store for you.