“I want to go home,” my son whispered in my ear as we stepped into baggage claim in Athens, Greece.
Home, for him, equaled comfortable. Safe.
Athens was the equivalent of new. Unknown. Scary.
I yearned to make him feel comfortable. To help him to embrace the new adventure we’d just stepped into.
But I couldn’t.
All I could do was pray for his heart. And affirm that we were staying.
Isn’t it interesting that we sometimes plan for something, save for, think about, dream about doing something? And then, when we take the first steps into that new place or situation, we want the comfort of what we know, of what makes us feel safe?
The new—the unknown—can feel scary. We’re not in control, not sure what to expect. The easy thing to do is to go back to what we know. What we can control.
The brave thing to do is to open our hearts and embark on the adventure.
My boy-man had other moments on our trip when life felt a little overwhelming, when he had to stretch beyond what he liked. I heard those five words a few other times.
But, what filled my heart was watching him take in the places we visited. He snapped beautiful photos of ruins and places he’d read about. He breathed air in the same locales where the ancients breathed. Stood where they stood and saw beyond the borders of his familiar world. And he even ran on the original Olympic track (which is rectangular).
Sometimes, we have to put on our brave and step outside of what we know. Because it’s only then that we glimpse the bigger world, the beauty God has created. It’s those choices that open our eyes and hearts to gain a broader understanding of people and situations.
When we step away from our familiar places and trust God to direct our steps, we’ll sometimes tremble in fear. We have a choice to make then . . .
Will we take that step forward anyway?
Or will we go home and stay in the comfortable places that will eventually suffocate us?
I want to be the one who braves the unknown. Who steps into new situations with courage on the outside, even if I’m shivering on the inside . . . if those steps are directed by my Father.
The thing is, home will begin to stifle us if God is calling us to an adventure. I don’t want to be the one who misses out on opportunities to interact with new people in unknown situations. I don’t want to be so cautious that I allow my “need” for safe and comfortable to cause me to lose out on an adventure God designed for me.
And in the end, when we stepped foot in our home, he was glad he’d made the trip. He has the great memories to recall the next time an adventure beckons . . .
What about you? What feels like home to you? When has God called you to step into something new?
P.S. If you’re curious, most of these photos were snapped at the site of King Agamemnon’s one-time palace.