This excerpt is from the book on my Alaskan Adventures from 1996-2014. (Click here to find it)
After dancing on the glacier, we made our obligatory souvenir shop stops in downtown Anchorage. Who would travel to a place so far away without a drink at the fountain of the local market? They are the same in almost every city around the world. Depending on the level of civilization, they may differ in quality and source. The third world countries offer higher quality hand-made items while the first world countries carry cheap assembly line look-alikes. But the variety and types bear no striking difference. …
Grace is 7 and Gabe is 4. Daniel is 2, but today he was sick, so he stayed home with mom.
That left Grace, Gabe and me to spend the day together.
The plan? A birthday party and a church event.
The birthday party was a blast! Monkey Park is a favorite kids destination and party venue in our town.
When we arrived, we made our way to Pavilion #1 where the party was underway. Turns out there were two parties in Pavilion #1. The mom from Party B had reserved the pavilion and arrived after Party A was already set up. Party B’s party leader graciously allowed Party A to use the left side of the pavilion while they partied it up on the right side.
Turns out Party B had the coolest balloons. Lime green with party hats and streamers drawn in white and a big “Happy Birthday” printed in a really cool font. Not only were they cool party balloons, but they were cool party balloons filled with helium!
GABE LOVED THEM……
Adapted from the story found in 2 Samuel 11-12.
For David had done what was right in the eyes of the Lord and had not failed to keep any of the Lord’s commands all the days of his life—except in the case of Uriah the Hittite. – (1 Kings 15:5)
I slowly dipped the pen into the ink as I was considering the words that would become my alibi.
A drop of ink fell to the ground as if it were a drip of blood from my broken heart.
Uriah, one of my own mighty men of valor, whose life has been on the line for the best in me was about to die for the worst in me.
My eyes fell from the parchment to the floor upon which he slept. I tried to get him to go home. I tried to make it easy for both of us. I tried.
Adventure is about what we do; not what we plan, strategize, or dream about. Adventure begins with the “what ifs” and “why nots.” When we step through the doorway to adventure our life is suddenly worth the living. And we experience life as it was meant to be.