BUSY BEING BORN

He who is not busy being born is busy dying.

I’m guessing that’s something you’ve heard before. We all use it, or something similar to it, to describe how busy and awesome and energetic we are about our life. It’s a line we tell people when they tell us we have too much going on. It often turns into a line to validate our busyness.

And, honestly, it’s kind of disheartening.

How are we supposed to always be in a state of birth? I thought that’s what junior high, high school, and college were for? I thought after that, it was all an arrival. It was all pastel-colored balloons and warm milk at the first request. After all, we’re no longer paying to work – we’re now getting payed. Doesn’t arriving look like a little piece of paper with a watermark on the back?

If only life was that simple. And meaningless.

The truth is, we are creatures in constant evolution. Anyone who has experienced enough life to look back can tell you that. We change daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly. We always have something we don’t have time to finish, and we’re always filling ourselves with information we’ll never use again. To realize how much you’ve changed just look back on the last five years.

For me, I decided to steer away from a career I’ve wanted since I was six. I started writing and reading for fun. I’ve learned what grace is, accepted it, and put away the legalistic religion I lived earlier in life. I’ve grown closer with some friends, lost some others, and made some new ones along the way. I’ve learned a college degree doesn’t equal success, almost quit, and decided against it. I’ve gone to one school for longer than normal, finished one school earlier than expected, and decided I’m probably going to go to another school for something I never would have predicted, all the while committing to remaining open to whatever wrench God throws in there along the way. I’m prepared to be scared – I’ve even grown to the point where I look forward to it. I’ve learned that change is usually good, even if it doesn’t seem like it at the time. I’ve grown closer to being born, but my due date still hasn’t come. I’m still in the process.

That’s the beautiful thing about life. There’s always a glowing red exit sign we can follow to something different. We’re never trapped, even if it really feels like it sometimes. God is too big for that. The exit sign may lead to something that scares us, but if He showed us the exit, He’ll make sure we can get through whatever is on the other side as long as we trust him and push forward.

God is good at changing directions. If He asks, go ahead and let Him change yours. It’ll likely scare you to death, but you’ll love where the next exit will take you.

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