my niece (well, technically d’s niece) posted this on instagram. she and her husband, a pastor, are missionaries and have done pure and amazing hard work in the world. she encountered this sign on a mirror in cairo, egypt while they are out gathering information to make a decision on their next placement. i can’t think of two people more curious about others and the lives that people live outside our country; they have done impactful work and are seeking the next location where they can make a difference. this sign must have felt like a sign to her – a reinforcement of their choices, their passion, their dedication, their direction.
it would be my guess that the moment you cease being curious is the same moment that you cease learning. curiosity takes guts. so does learning. and adjusting. at any age, we like to think we know. and yet we don’t.
when my sweet momma entered assisted living, she was, quite understandably, apprehensive. a person who adored her own home, but yet loved to converse with others – all others – it was hard for her to adjust to a new place outside of her own place, a new rhythm, new people, new things to do. but she had great courage. and she participated. confused on lingo, she called to tell me that she was going to “taize on chair” but what she really meant was she was going to “tai chi on chair”. and she liked it! i was speechless with respect for her ability to try and learn new things, even at 93. she was curious. she kept asking questions. she kept learning. she kept having new adventures, albeit small adventures. it mattered not to her that these adventures were not staggeringly earth-shattering. what mattered to her was that it changed her. it made her grow and think. it made her try something new. it made her braver. it made her even more curious.
like hannah, like my sweet momma, i hope to stay outside the box. to try new things and walk to the edge. to look to others for inspiration. to ask questions and listen to the answers. to trust being curious.