The time we didn’t catch any bugs…

A sunny winter afternoon. One in shorts. One in sweats. We were armed with cups and plastic spoons - on mission to find every bug in Africa. We found exactly zero. It might have had something to do with the intensity in which those flimsy plastic spoons hit the dirt, the sheer volume of the hunters’ excitement, or the fact that they can turn anything into an extreme sport. This particular bug hunt included a long-jump practice, rock rolling, sprint jumping, cat counting, and flower petal pulling. Just not bugs.

Still... dirty hands and faces raced inside saying, “What an adventure we just had!”

And isn’t that kind of like life? You might think you know what you’re looking for, but that may not be the prize. It might just be what got your feet moving.

There is much joy in the journey if you’ll linger for it.