Off We Go ... Slowly!

So, we're starting to pack. And it's taking forever! It's a wait and the devil's having fun making me doubt. 

Is it really worth it?

I kinda feel like Bilbo. On the pony. In the rain with allergies. Looking for any excuse to turn around and run for the comforts of hearth and home. I feel like he is thinking, This is miserable. I forgot my pocket handkerchief and I'm surrounded by loud and rowdy dwarves. WHAT WAS I THINKING?! And yet, the adventure is really going to be worth it. We know it, even if Bilbo can't yet.

I guess that excites me and terrifies me all at the same time. Because, even though it's slightly boring and feels so awful, I know it will get better. God knows, a lot like the viewers or readers of the Hobbit know, that it will be worth it. And yet it could (and probably will) get a whole lot worse! 

It sure did for Bilbo. I mean, getting caught by trolls, almost killed by orcs, sliding into the goblins kingdom ... the list goes on and on! So ... I guess I shouldn't be complaining. 

And even though all that junk happened to him, he was able to look back on it and smile! Cause while it was terrifying and life-threatening, it was worth it. 

And that's what I want to do. Be able to look back at this miserable transition of moving and be truly thankful it happened. It's helping me get going on this adventure. And come ran or shine, orc or elf, Gollum or Smeagol, I want to be the person who says, "Use me, Lord. You've put me here for a reason and I'm going to follow you ... even through the waiting." 

And I guess that's when the real adventure begins!