“do adventures ever have an end?”

as i’ve prayed for the impossible there have been answer-moments when i’ve found myself asking the LORD: “is this the impossible i’ve been praying for? is this the ‘more’ you promised? is this it?” it is at these moments i’m tempted to grieve. i had such a moment this last week. you must know, i hate endings: the last day of summer vacation, graduation day, when the lighter inhabitants of middle earth sail off in a glimmering ship, lucy and edmund’s final crossing from narnia, emily’s farewell to coffee and clocks. i typically go thru a milder version of grief at the end of a stirring book or movie (neurotic i know). this last week i had a little answer: something i had not anticipated, or frankly, had any control over. the painful thing is that i was given credit by a well meaning individual when the credit was not rightfully mine. it was for Another. i immediately began to grieve. it felt like an end. in the name of Aslan, i was taking the adventure that had fallen to me, and some yard crew came along just at that moment and ripped out the thicket exposing the backside of the wardrobe that was supposed to be the conduit of my big adventure. so i asked, “is this it? is this my ‘more’?” when the curtain closes on the best Story ever written we touch eternity, we see the bright and morning star, and we hear the eternal invocation “come!” it is then we realize we’ve been invited to come on an adventure in the first chapter of a book no one has ever read where every chapter is destined to be better than the one before by the Author who has no appetite for beginnings or endings. so, is this my “more”? no. this is only hobbit-me stepping out the front door onto a road that will lead into a life where adventures never have an end.