Just when I thought I would never have to look at a packing box again, life called and said, “You need to go to Nineveh”. Remember Jonah? “No. Unh-uh. No way.” That’s right. My words, exactly.
We all know how the story went; after much refusal, and disagreement, a large fish was called in, swallowed Jonah, took him to Nineveh, and spit him out on the shore. I live by the sea, so the possibility of a rerun of that unfortunate turn of events is not lost on me.
It always amazes me how different my journey continues to be, even when I think I finally have it figured out, from what I originally planned. But, plans and preferences aside, I am needed in another place for another season. And I would rather my means of getting there be anything than the insides of a big, hungry fish.
Someone cue Willy Nelson! “On the road again, I just can’t wait to get on the road again…”