Over the past few years I’ve taken many trips “into the unknown.” What I mean is, I’ve started a journey, traveling from place to place without destination, without much money, and without knowledge of how I would survive.
I always remember the first step, which is often that hardest to take. Each time I take that step, fully realizing I have just crossed over from everything I knew, into everything I did not know. This step then begins a battle between excitement and fear, and though fear may appear more prevalent at times, excitement and sureness have always won.
It’s incredible what God can do when we step into the world of the unknown. A world where He is completely our total reliance. I remember walking along highway 101 in northern Oregon one evening, the sun was moments away from giving way to darkness. I had about $8 to my name and it looked I would be walking another 6 or 7 hours until approaching the next town of Astoria. Right at the time a truck pulled over and asked if I’d like a ride into Astoria – perfect timing.
I arrived in Astoria at about 9pm, still without a clue as to how or where I would sleep. When someone from Astoria has told me about a place that was “a step below a hostel and a step above a homeless shelter.” It sounded perfect to me. They gave me directions and I pursued to find the establishment where I might sleep for the evening. When I found the building I spoke with some gentleman outside who said I’d found the place, but I’d have to speak to the house manager about staying for the night. Luckily they said, he was there, finishing up a Bible study. I walked through the front door, made my introduction, and secured a couch for the nigh, before heading to Portland in the morning.
That is just one story, from the many cases on my two month long Explroation of the west coast, this past summer, where nothing seemed to be coming to my aid, in a time of seemingly distress. Yet I never felt incredibly stressed. There were moments of fear, but they were brief. I continuously practiced the thought in my head that “I’m doing great!” I wasn’t hungry, I had water, I had clothing, and if need be I would find somewhere to sleep at some point.
Why should I fear the world around me?