On the Hunt for Adventure

My eleven year old burst into tears while sitting on the couch.

As I rushed over to investigate, I noticed a worn copy of Howard Pyle’s The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood in her hand. 

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“All the adventures happen in books and never to meeeeee…” she cried. Her tears and distress were real, so I stifled the smile that threatened.

It brought back a dusty memory of myself, twelve years old, praying fervently every night that God would send adventure, and it ...