Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take. Proverbs 3:6

But sometimes those paths aren’t ones you think you want. I was supposed to find out 2+ weeks ago if I got a full time job at a local bank as a bookkeeper. Not the most glamorous job and my creative side was quite irate, screaming at me that I spent four years in college to create, not to chase numbers. But something about the job appealed to me. I don’t know whether it was the solid schedule of a 7:30 am – 4:30 pm, five-days-a-week job after being part of the part-time-job world for the past 2.5 years or what. Losing my freedom would be quite an adjustment, but knowing I had a steady job had quite a bit of draw. Especially with a two week trip to Scotland in April needing funded.

Long story short, I never heard back. And through the small-town grapevine I learned they had filled the position. Time to switch mental directions again and think of other options. But I figured I’d wait until after my trip to begin job hunting with a vengeance. Maybe the coffee shop would need help when I got back…maybe the flower/wine shop would be open. I’d love both of those. Especially the coffee shop.

The grapevine rang again and I learned the bank had moved the previous employee to another floor and the position was still open. And I wasn’t sure if it was what I wanted. I wouldn’t be able to drive down to the ranch to help my man work cows, wouldn’t be able to go to the sale barn with him at a moment’s notice, would miss out on “life” in general. So I laid it in God’s hands and told him the desires of my heart and said if He wanted me to have that job to have them call. And if He had something better in mind that they wouldn’t even bother to contact me.

This morning, as I was cleaning up to-do piles, I decided to throw away the job requirement papers that were given to me during my interview. And after lunch, I got a phone call from the bank saying they would like me to come in if I’m still available. Ugh.

So I am now a full-time employee of the bank. After a slight temper tantrum, I hate to admit. I don’t want to be inside five days a week, I don’t want to miss out on impromptu trips, I don’t want to miss on sunshine and fun, I don’t want to miss out on any moments with my blue eyes sweetie…

Time will tell where this new adventure will lead. At least I know it is in Hands more knowing and trustworthy than my own. And even this may have beauty hidden in the ordinary.

Let all that I am praise the Lord; may I never forget the good things he does for me. Psalm 103:2


Finding Adventure in the Ordinary


We all love them. Some of us more than most. And I think I like them most of all.

I’m always up for a challenge or an¬†unplanned trip or expedition. For as long as I can remember, I’ve buried myself in the pages of heroes and villains, knights and maidens, ships and swords and quests.

For the past year, I’ve wanted an adventure. More than that, I needed one. It was as though my life was in a rut and I wasn’t going anywhere. That I was wasting each and every day with the mundane. Working two dead-end, part time jobs with no advancement in sight and a life that was lacking in, well, everything. I wasn’t happy with my story.

So I was going to move to Colorado and live in the mountains for a change. But every time I tried to make advancement in my artist’s portfolio, I would get slammed with custom artwork orders. Once everything slowed down, I would start looking for jobs to apply for and I would get busy again. I kept getting the feeling that God was saying “Wait. You’re where you need to be when you need to be here. Wait.” But I didn’t want to wait. I’d had enough waiting. My adventures weren’t coming to me, so I was going to go to them.

And then it happened. He happened. Completely unexpected and out of the blue. And I realized sometimes we don’t have to go in search of our next adventures. They find us. In the middle of our absolutely ordinary lives. And they might very well end up being the greatest adventure of them all.