Most of the time I don’t mind
getting lost; you see something that you hadn’t meant to see (good and bad) and
generally speaking you can get back on track at some point. Granted when you
are lost on a hiking trail in a downpour or lost on your way to an interview or
appointment that is another problem… I named this blog “Joyfully Lost” because you
could probably drop me anywhere in the world (sub-artic) and I would be pretty
happy exploring. But I also titled my blog thusly because I am still working on
becoming joyfully lost in life (because I am most definitely lost). I have no
idea what I’m doing next, I have a plane ticket home but until I’m on the plane
I have no idea whether I’ll go home or not and even then there is that stopover
in Amsterdam that could provide a tempting exit point.
Generally speaking I have followed a
prescribed path through high school and then university; even my year in Japan
I was still moving towards my Bachelor’s degree. This has mostly been my perceived
track in life but I have never seen the path ahead of me to know if it is
correct or not. It is the path behind me that has served of a guideline of
sorts to how I should proceed. I make judgments based off my environment, my
past experiences (this worked and that didn’t), and what direction I feel God
is pulling me in.
But while this is the area of life
that I am constantly lost in it is also the area of life where I have the most
problem reconciling the ideas of “joyful” and “lost”. I keep wanting to plan
for the future; I want to know what I am going to do in my life and I want to
know if I will have a conventional career and what that will look like and I want
to know what I would enjoy doing the rest of my life. I want to know if I’ll
ever graduate university, if I’ll get my master’s degree, if I’ll live abroad…
The questions go on. And they aren’t bad questions in and of themselves, most
people ask them.
I don’t want to live an aimless
life; the kind of life where I drift through the easiest doors. And at the same
time trying to plan for the future has been a trial that makes me think and
aimless life might have its appeal. Through my life I have made some life
decisions based on perceived futures that don’t exist anymore and I look back
and wonder “what if….” I know that God has a purpose for each and every moment
of my life but it is still easy to feel like time has been wasted or that I
should have been more decisive in certain situations.
I honestly don’t know how to be
joyfully lost in life. I don’t know how to balance planning for the future and
living out every day and moment to the best of my ability. It always seems that
I am sacrificing one for the other. If I am focusing on the moment and just
living day to day then the big decisions catch me off guard and I miss
opportunities for the future. At the same time if I make decisions based on my
plans for the future I often sacrifice a lot in the present. I guess maybe the
question is how much of the present is it healthy to sacrifice for the future? I don't want to sound like I'm complaining because my life has, for the most part, been incredible. I'm just confused about how to take what I have learned and am learning from this last year and how to apply it to the present and to the future.
I wish I had answers, I really really
like answers…. But I don’t so I guess I just have to get over it.
For now I am just going to practice
being joyfully lost in Christ, trying to lose myself, my desires and my pain,
so completely in him that it is His will being played out every day in my life.
I think this means having a mixture of living out every day as a follower of
Christ; living joyfully in the moment despite my disorientation, and praying
constantly that my will is aligned with his and that he will show me enough of
what He has planned for me that I can make the right choices for the future. Granted
I am going to completely and utterly fail because I’m human and I sin; but at
least it gives me a current present goal that doesn’t require me to sacrifice
the present for the future.
(I feel like this should have been tied into some real life
story about me getting physically lost in Africa but it doesn’t…. So far I’ve
found my way everywhere I’ve gone….. but I am confident that there is a chance
I could get lost before I leave.)