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I’ve always known that I’m not meant to “stay”. And when I say that I’ve always known, I’m not kidding.

At the ripened age of 4, I decided it was time to move on to bigger and better things than the simple, suburban lifestyle I had known. Namely, it was time to relocate to another simple, suburban house about 60 yards down the street (but this one had two stories!…said my infantile mind).

Thus motivated, I pulled out four backpacks from my closet and began packing. Of course, because I was careful to keep my priorities straight,  two of the four bags were packed fully with my favorite books. After calmly lying to my mother as to the purpose of having clothes strewn about my floor, I packed another bag with clothes and another with shoes and sneaked out to the front door. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the outside world and experienced my first taste of freedom. Eyes gleaming with anticipation, I took my first step away from the door when – *CREAK* My mom had found me, guilt creased on each figure of my face, bound for freedom and certain disaster. I had made it as far as the porch. Needless to say, I got in big trouble – and I have never forgotten the first time I longed for a taste of life outside what I had always known.

For as long as I can remember, the word “travel” has always sparked excitement in my heart. When I think of my future, I think “Where will I go?” Life, in my mind’s eye, doesn’t look like a simple road. Not a straight road, a winding road, or even a highway. It looks more like an ocean, and each person must choose which direction to go. At any time a storm might come and blow you off course, but that’s what a map and a compass are for. Oh, and I hear that the more storms you face, the better a seaman you become. That’s what they say, at least.

Interestingly, although exploring the world, meeting new people, and trying crazy new things excite me beyond what I can describe, these same three things also terrify me the most. (This is how I know God has a sense of humor.) All I know is that when God calls me to take a step away from the comfort of my small Southern town, my answer will be yes – and He will take care of the rest. No matter where I end up, He will continue to be faithful.

“And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that thou mayest know that I, the LORD, which call thee by thy name, am the God of Israel.” {Isaiah 45:3}

So that’s a little part of my story. I don’t know what the rest will look like, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it will be an adventure. I chose to name my blog “sososmoothsailing” as a reminder to myself to not let my life become a simple routine. Because in the end, smooth sailing might be fun – but it makes for a so-so story.

Setting sail for now,

Meg

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