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.