The unknown is a big ball of irony.  It can be scary and exciting and freeing and vomit inducing all at the same time.

Kind of like flying.

The unknown usually encompasses a great deal of change.  If it didn’t it would probably cease being known as “the unknown”.

Change never fails to make me panic on some level.  Even when I am the one pushing for it.  I like my habits and routines and the familiar.  And it seems that the deeper those ruts are worn the scarier it is to climb out.  But as much as I despise change, I have a lot of faith that things will work out.  It may not be anything I thought would happen and I usually come away with a freeing feeling that I don’t have to have all the answers or an agenda or a 10 year plan.  Sometimes those plans close us up and keep us from being open to what God has for us.