Being an adult seems to mean that large segments of your life are now rather monotonous.
Some might even say boring.
Work for example can vary quite a bit, but overall many days tend to blend together because of how similar (and mundane) they are.
That is true even when you are living as a missionary in another country.
But not last week.
Last week was a flash back to the everyday adventuring of childhood.
My body was quick to remind me that though I may feel like a child at heart, I was no longer so in body.
At the end of September, our Thai staff asked me to plan some outdoor activities for our boys during their school break in October in an effort to keep them off their devices all the time
(can I get an Amen from the parents out there?)
I was happy to oblige.
One of the things that I have come to appreciate more as I get older is how beneficial it is to have many hobbies. One the one hand, I am not especially good at any one thing. A jack of all trades, but a master of none. I am unlikely to be exceptional at any of my hobbies, especially at my age (40 feels old).
But it means even if lots of things change, there is almost always something I can find to do and enjoy.
So I started making a list of some of my favorite outdoor activities in Chiang Mai and then planned to take our boys from Faithful Heart.
Monday was the Grand Canyon Water Park.
Think ninja warrior on a lake. Cliff jumping, blob launching, zip lining, water slides, giant trampolines, kayaks. Needless to say, excited levels were high. I was only hoping my 40 year old body could still take the punishment.
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| Forgive these generic pictures, I always forget to take pictures when I am having fun |
But to make up for the sore mouths, we did make it to the movie theater that afternoon and consumed two 5 gallon buckets of popcorn.
Wednesday was Boat Day!
Friday I was tempted to take a break.
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| We made it! |
I am going to have to thank my friend Bible (a person, not the book) for taking these pictures, he has some serious skill.
How is this my "real" life?
If you were to write a job description specifically for me, it would probably look like last week.
I remember even more stress when I graduated from college, and was asking myself: what am I going to do now? How will I earn my living? Where will I go?
I had dreams of being a missionary; someone who lived in another country and worked for the well being of others, sharing with them the good news about Jesus, hardly knowing what that would be like or where.
