Change in my pocket and ready to roll

The older I get the more I realize how much I am like each of my parents. As much as I would hate to be anything like either, it sneaks up on me sometimes. I've been sitting here, refusing to dive into a bible study I know is going include some self reflection that I am just stubborn enough to resist doing. My dad hates change. He hates it so much he just does what he does, day in and day out without ever really living. He takes no risks and refuses to take a chance on something if he sees that there's a possibility of failure. Oh, dear Lord, I am so my fathers daughter! How many times have I passed up something amazing because I saw the possibility of failure? The answer to that is every time. Every time God has put a path of uncertainty in front of me asking me to trust Him I choose the path more traveled. It's easier. And I'm rarely alone on said path.

But here I am again. Faced with a path not traveled. I am to forge my way ahead never knowing if my next step is the edge of a cliff. Some find that prospect exciting, they strap on their parachutes and run full force into the unknown. But who would I be if I wasn't my fathers daughter in this situation? I timidly peer into the unknown jungle, acknowledging the high probability that I will fall flat on my face. And then I make the mistake of peering into the path well traveled. And I see my friends, who are all basically a 2nd generation of any of the FRIENDS episodes waiting to happen, I see comfort and familiarity and lots of coffee and wine and I think "Why the hell would I run into that jungle?!" I have amazing people in my life, I love where I live, work sucks but really, who loves their job these days anyways? The answer seems clear, I choose safety and comfort over risk and unknown. But then I am also choosing disobedience over obedience. As much as I desire comfort and complacency and a feeling of safety my heart cries for the chance to prove it's real love for Christ by following His lead into the unknown. Now I have a war waged between my heart and my head. Logically running head first into the unknown, and in this case the unknown is the great state of Georgia, seems ridiculous. I've never even been to Georgia! I don't know the first thing about this state, in fact after turning in my application for the school I had to look Georgia up on the map. But here I am, turning my life upside down and all around backwards hoping to prove to myself and God I am willing to walk the path He sets before me. Known or unknown I choose His over my own. Because in the end, His path, filled with risk and change will be far more worth it.

Lord, help me be the woman that is her Father's daughter instead of her father's daughter.